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Jun 2014
Filled with purpose from the Cosmos and the Earth,
Blessed with divine possibility from the moment of birth,
Granted with free will could be a gift or a curse,
There's always an end but first things first,
Above all the meaning to this life is to love,
One another like a brother vibrating as one buzz,
And no experience in life happens just because,
Your eternal true self is all there ever was,
Existence is a wave of unseen frequency,
The sound of silence is one needed more frequently,
To realize my potential is what the universe beseech of me,
And to enjoy this gift called present with being so freely.
Wolf Irwin
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