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Everything
 
Everything is perfect, in which
we cannot feel, we feel nothing
that connects to our inner soul.

We do not flow through each
storm with ease, was never meant
to flow without love, deep enough
to feel the softness of a breeze blowing pass
without feeling the pounding of our hearts.

We were only dreaming of truths
that seemed only rays, lighting up our
deepest thoughts.

In the darkest hours of life, we stare
pass what made us blind from misunderstanding
our knowledge, growing with grace, wisdom
and song, ex-spelling from the depths of
our misunderstandings, strengthening our
existence for survival, just another second
moving silently past each thought, recognizing
our life floating gracefully past each imaginary
scene, erasing what was our reality.

We cannot change streams that flow harmoniously
pass, without noticing peace growing, surrounding
each fragrant bloom, blossoming without a sound
in front of our blind embraceable forms, refusing
to glow when light becomes brighter
than our awkward awareness.

Demanding ourselves permission to perform the
impossible dream, without a thought about how to begin
we start, unaware of imagination to begin
with a positive thought to believe in our own perfect
self, when God created us in his image loving
us deeply enough to recognize we were always
perfect in his eyes, not mankind's.

Everything is perfect in the light of truth
imperfect in the eyes of fear and doubt.
Believe the impossible can always become the
possible dream of forever love, peace and
harmony among all men.

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