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The Bohdisattva Sunday
My first thought,
When I woke up in a body locked down.

Was something,
Just called me a nothing after hell.

Im not sure if i am off.

But jack,
I dont walk backwards through my own bad smell.

A Golden dose,
Of sunshine and water.

I am that I AM!


I See,
That devine in you I have in me.

I could sell,
What a T Shirt says would after it happen in every way.

If I was,
Standing in it on it and rolling up a log just to get along.

I teach.

I teach this way,

The advantage there,
Is I am to only breakfast'

Freewill decisions,
Are what will free me toward.

The universe,
Means one song

When there is,
No finish line.

At the end,
Of the infinte marathon ghost within me.

I woke up,
To the creaton.

Is this a message from god?

Or a message,
To gods backward reality.

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