I’ve always felt as though I was born, several thousand years too late.
Unto a world so filled with war and pain, insanity and hate,
It’s almost as though from upon high, I was condensed then densely hurled,
ensuring without any memory of Spirit, I unconsciously entered into this world
The numb ones, they confuse the vibration of love and instead resonate with fear,
My all knowing essence gets less coherent the longer that I’m here.
There’s a purpose for my being and I’ll continue learning about why.
Uniting body, mind and spirit whilst acknowledging my every moment that passes by.