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In illusion my thoughts abide If from my True Self I do hide. And all the things I've ever tried Have never really satisfied. I want to know why I was made And why do good things always fade? How far from Truth's path have I strayed And to What have I often prayed? What lessons have I still not faced? On what thoughts are my sorrows based? To what end do I make such haste? Why on this earth have I been placed? Truth always has the brightest rays But ego shades with dreamy haze. I want to make it through life's maze. What is it that sees all the ways? The answer must be something more Than anything I've known before. How do I open up that door Between the silence and the roar? Be still and see that all things clear. All that I think is what I fear. Each present moment is so dear. I love what Life teaches me here.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Doing The Best That I Can
In illusion my thoughts abide If from my True Self I do hide. And all the things I've ever tried Have never really satisfied. I want to know why I was made And why do good things always fade? How far from Truth's path have I strayed And to What have I often prayed? What lessons have I still not faced? On what thoughts are my sorrows based? To what end do I make such haste? Why on this earth have I been placed? Truth always has the brightest rays But ego shades with dreamy haze. I want to make it through life's maze. What is it that sees all the ways? The answer must be something more Than anything I've known before. How do I open up that door Between the silence and the roar? Be still and see that all things clear. All that I think is what I fear. Each present moment is so dear. I love what Life teaches me here.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
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