My presence here is bound by metered time, over in the blink of God's eye.
Yet...
My spirit's tune is timeless.
I can vibrate in sweet transcendent harmony,
Receiving what I need.
I can vibrate in dishumored discord
Oh, how the soul can bleed!
My spirit's tune plays upon the fabric of the universe,
My earthly body clothed with what I weave.
The tune I play resonates.
My existence...
my gift to myself.
My time here
a mirror of my song.
My presence here feels like a lifetime,
Yet...
it's measure is unknown to me.
Over in the blink of God's eye.
Yet...
On the chords of eternity
My spirit will fly.
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