No one being of creation
can be your soul’s content.
Love and deep relation,
support the selfs’ ascent.
The power to see,
The power to be,
Comes from understanding
The role of ‘me’.
Micro-cosmic fates in reality,
Micro-scopic dents in humanity.
Fail to place the self as first
is letting a poor man die of thirst.
Look then within
without concern,
nurture your nature
with a whole and honest heart.
Fulfil your future,
begin – start.
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