Under the microscope,
Nothing makes sense anymore
Not everything’s made to be understood
Feel the uncertainty
God speaks through the soft whispers
Try a see without any lens
Throw away the magnifying glass
Start using the Spiritual center instead
We have leaves breaking off,
Leaving pieces of ourselves all over the Earth’s ground
Let it be
Do not be afraid to Love
Where’s your broken heart?
Experience wants to know
I keep my broken heart in my pocket
On hand to share with the rest of the World
Fellow human being, I love you
Is said as I pass out the pieces
Under the microscope,
I think,
Oh My God, do they love me back?
Then God speaks through the wind as the trees swish and roar
And He says,
“Let go and let your leaves fall my beautiful child of Love”

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