Treasure Island

The Mowjo

Is It Real

Trust In what you hearing,
Not always what is seen,
Believe your inner instinct,
You’ll know It’s not a dream,

When Spirit choose to work through us,
You’ll find it very strange,
The voices that will fill you head,
May make you feel deranged,

But if you listen carefully,
You’ll find that’s just not true,
Believe in what your hearing,
When spirit talk to you,

Today is a reality,
The future can’t be seen,
The past has gone forever,
It only lives in dreams,

then when you start to listen,
Your senses will increase,
You’ll find yourself in other worlds,
You’ll find that inner peace.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010
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  • Anne Morley (6/21/2006 11:07:00 PM)

    At last something i can relate to......A breath of fresh air.....Beautiful.....

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