Poetry

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Did you meet me in Africa,
Did you find me in Eden?
Do you now hear me wonder
What I was led to believe?

A great mind's at work here,
My awareness is shallow.
A stream of tradition
Flows all over me.

Did I claim my own birthright
At each flowers' seeding?
Did the stars in the night skies
Say Dawn had agreed?

A Master is changing,
Not unlike a Magician,
A great plan's revealing
Itself now, to me.

The cut had come somewhere,
Yet, I found a solution!
Scars left from childhood,
Now hard to define.

To make this transition
Was a subtle achievement.
Ongoing, my journey,
With this Soul of mine.

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