Are you, blinded by the mind?
Most are blinded, to themselves,
No feelings in their heart,
How could they see the other?
Not know, of all they’re part,
Look closely. What do you see?
You did, with both, your soul, and eyes,
Separate yourself from all,
You, to yourself, told lies,
Therefore, think of what you do,
God, He, made all, and is all,
You separate yourself from him,
In disarray you’ll fall,
Look closely, look again,
That rose, that little mouse, the tree,
From hurting them, refrain,
For they are God, and you, and me!
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If only more could see, and feel, like you do, my friend.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Edwin
Love,
Eileen