I have come into life
carrying baggage from other lifetimes.
Slowly I filled luggage
with new experiences that now become like old clothes.
I come to stand tall at clock of 66 years
to purge that which is heavy on heart.
Absolve that which doesn't serve the divine being I am.
My cloths now are infused with threads of light and love.
My garments are now colorful and velvet soft to breath.
My bag is now emptied, ready to fill with tapestries of smiles
and warm memories.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
I have come into life
carrying baggage from other lifetimes.
Slowly I filled luggage
with new experiences that now become like old clothes.
I come to stand tall at clock of 66 years
to purge that which is heavy on heart.
Absolve that which doesn't serve the divine being I am.
My cloths now are infused with threads of light and love.
My garments are now colorful and velvet soft to breath.
My bag is now emptied, ready to fill with tapestries of smiles
and warm memories.
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