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Jul 2019
I hope you go where you wanted to go and find the peace and freedom you seek.
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The mind is meek.
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One speaks,
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so that all can conceive.
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These are rough times where the paradox be.
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the separate-self finds others who are separate and share in that so called “wealth”.
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Not you.
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Not I.
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I remember the times.
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and yet we are content alone.
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He and she had no archetype they just play the role of one when their vibrations were low.
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He saw her like no other, .
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Like the divine mother.
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as if it was just him and her existing in this universe of contradiction and all it’s grandeurest moderation, they went against the currents and all that discourages transmigration.
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I’ve watched you from a far and I miss every moment of it.
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Guess I wasn’t raised to be civic,
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We need no image just to help paint the image for others.
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We’re just here,
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and you take what you want from it.
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I hope your in peace and find your brothers and sisters like you always told me you wanted to do.
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Our duty,
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to express words and not take anything too seriously.
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I hope you’re happy together and can see how much you were loved.
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Loved even by those who have never met you.
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Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.
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For in this life I will give everything I have, just for the purpose of giving.
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Our thoughts are like vehicles in the desert.
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We do not know where they came from or why,
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it just needs a discerning eye.
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If you find yourself in the dark, I’ll send you light and love to help you find your way.
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Doves fly away above us, as we are bored of its reoccurrence. .
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Is it strange that we seem content to others and yet our emotions are stuck by these under currents?
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Do not get lost by a person’s surface...
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Get lost with the wanderlust of their deepness.
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If I die,
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please tell my children I’m still alive.
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Speaking through a person.
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Speaking through a poem.
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Involved in their ‘knowing.’
Ahchosi Grandiose
Written by
Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
(77/F/New York)   
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