The World Of Wonders - Poem by Sensuelle Briden
We don’t like it humble; in the world of wonders
It’s a birthright of ours to be all abundant.
Life is so profound if we see profusion
And if we refuse to follow our old illusions.
To disclose illusions find them in your fears.
Fear is a filter; it also is a mirror.
When you use your fear, things are imprecise –
It disfigures measures, features, points, sizes.
Be the one who's standing here on the Planet
With no need of fear which is a crazy gerent.
If you open love’s source you'll need no one to tell you
What is better here; love knows its own value.
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