You are not true
It is your false thought
It conditions you
Behold, awake
It is a new day
Wipe the embedded crust of deceit from your eye
Clean wide your mind
Stretch towards the bird’s wing in the almighty sky
See how the trees salute you in their mysterious gathering
Beauty in every trace,
every leaf every, crackle, every pin drop
The glistening gold embedded in rock
The manifest patterns of silver and truth
Those with the heart feel the thing
Those with good heart hear the bird sing
The bird sings for those with humble heart
For those with needless prayer
For those who want no more
His song glides smoothly into the heart
And swells and grows with purity and truth there.
Cast off your fog
Lift out your self
See, behold, this wonderful sight.
Let us bow down to God
Let us see our last days through.
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