And the woman heard things
Things that seemed to be
All the solutions to her problems
–
Captivated by the vast mountains
She sought refuge
In her own soul
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For they say
There is no place like home
And where else is home, except inside your soul
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The beauty of the exterior
Only shone ever more light
On the magic of the interior
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Magic indeed
For how can one see the truth
When they are completely in denial
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Painful as truth is
Is also as majestic as truth is
For each has its role to play
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The light and the dark
The love and the pain
The truth and the lies
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Where would we be, if not here?
Such an irrelevant question
For you are here, now – and that’s all that matters
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Or is it?
Manifesting comes from dreaming
Dreaming into reality that which you desire
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So perhaps denial is useful
For to deny what is
Enables you to imagine what can be
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It’s almost like they play games
Intuition and denial
Like children in a forest
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Sometimes I’m confused
Which voice is real?
Which sight am I seeing?
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Rarely are there moments in life
When you truly know
Who you are
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So in those moments
Grasp hold of your essence
And bring it to the moment
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Your intuition is always right
And denying that which is
Enables you to make things right for you
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So seek
Be
Understand who you are
And live
Intuitively
Peacefully
Happily
As you