I think I've recovered the truth of myself,
And the divine is that recovered truth.
Never before had I seen my divine truth,
Now nothing can cloud it in dark shadows.
I think I am embraced by perfection now,
The delusion of duality plagues not,
My vision of the truth and One-reality.
I just want to run on the soul's stead,
Through meadows to streams
Of divine light and wisdom deep.
I think my life has divine meaning,
So I must rise from my bed
To witness the dawn,
to see how the sun rises,
And how the world spins and revolves.
I must get out of bed to stand to view,
The beautiful divine manifestations.
I wish I could leap and see in the light
How birds sing and tweet.
I'm the seer God wants me to be,
A gifted child of my Lord since birth.
Yet some days I rebel and pretend
I'm not the child of the Lord.
The truth of the matter is this:
I am good in essence, a child of the Lord,
But dark shadows of my emotions
Made me suffer in the past while I was
Unaware and unenlightened.
MyKoul
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