One, two, three, four
Nobody knows what is in store
Five, six, seven, eight
Time now to appreciate
What am I here for?
This message I can hear more
Clearly now:
"You are for what everybody is for Mama. For love."
And so, once again.
As below, so above.
If that meant anything, I suppose.
Meaning grows when we energize on it.
Best intend for love to spawn it
Spawn more and more and more Love and Joy
All within, there is no magic toy
Outside of self.
Nothing to hide from. Look darkness in the face.
There is no race to the end.
All moments depend
on the quality of what I intend.
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