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Just Be Here With Me

Sharp and sudden

Cries through the foggy morning

Attuned focus

Where is the pulse

The rhythm of life

Can you truly listen

And can you really hear

Is it only when feeling fear

The pressure

Compelled to act

To change

Only giving to get something

Your safe homes your safe lives

Where you ever truly running

Was your life ever threatened or

was it an illusion

A fear of fear

What news do you read

And whose do you trust

Can you know for sure

If you're not an expert

Is that what you graduate from

Years of scrolling

A Babel Tower of pointless

and dumbing information

to reach the heavens

Some of us are praying

for the confusion

Did you ever wonder about the cycles

The short span of Winter

Why everything has to die

And whither

Just to come back full bloom

With such power and passion

The paradoxes of the sweetness the bitterness the nothing and the everything

In the quiet of an undisturbed mind

Un-busy

Disengaged

Unattached

You can hear

A song in the morning

It rises from within

Merges with the surge in Nature

A purpose so strong

You release your soul from aches and mistrust

And cleanse your mind

Your Heart

A clarity pulls

The longing is sharp

The need for freedom

From any addiction

Mind pollution

The Darkness is an illusion

Come out

Be out

Be free

Look up

Look into my eyes

Look up into the Sunrise

The Day

The Sky

Here is where life is

Come be with me

Just be here.

With me




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