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Hear you hear Me!

Hear you hear me, we walk among mountain pines

high, reaching heaven, discovering fields

of wisdom among the wild, never seen

before we reach inside, we find who we

are and are not, we run away satisfied, when

 finding answers to questions no one knows

only people from another world, one in one

the universe we are.

Man as walked among each other for many years

we may look alike, we may not think alike

many are like seeds rolling around barren hills

valleys around the universe, planting there

seeds where they will grow best if birds fly

pass, not afraid, your soul may not be

from this world, you live.

Hear you, hear me, wash in the still waters

of life, listen to your forefathers, they beat

away memories of the time, leaving a sweet

fragrance, disappearing, only now

 a vision of truth, leaving their imprints

upon minds of drifting sands.

Lay your head among the grass that grows

among the weeds exploring life's mystery

creeping with universal knowledge, we

organize our  thoughts, blinding away

the truth of existence, which will  rise higher

then a simple question, power above

collects understanding.

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