Oft time Life gives me no choice...
Of its own accord it will drown out the noise...
Only Now it dawns.... that incessant voice...
Crises or opportunity?
Rythm divine?
The most graceful moves oft times occur from the supine
Within stillness ....my inner light shines ..
Allows me a glimpse... a peek in2 4ever
With all of evolution I see our race still aint so clever
My soul has long known what I have yet to define
If only I still enough 2 be one with the light
What is mine I will draw 2 me without haste
If I am wise...
I will do so with grace ....
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