As the Universe expands in me, I open my third eye to see
intuition, light and love sent to me from up above,
around me, under, and everywhere; the energy is in the air.
I breathe it in - inhale/exhale, as I know it will prevail;
a give and take of vital force, with ebb and flow in its course.
Not taking in too much at once, I must refrain from the
abundance, or overwhelmed will I be; the splendor generosity.
With balance firm within my grip, I'll not make a cosmic rip,
that tears asunder and brings fall and folly, and to my heart
No, let this peace be filled in me, a sparkle of eternity;
a wrinkle in time, if you will, to forever slowly spill.
Not affording waste with wonder, or taking on a rivaling plunder.
The mortal forge for me is set, with towing spirit in the net.
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