Clean Conscience
It is not an
empty mansion.
It is space
to thrive and grow,
elated being
of hope hands in the elements
to feel at
ease,
and rest or work.
It is the
expansion of the breath beyond its means,
the sense of
being at home
to stay wherever the heart sings;
It is the sensation of being cradled by the
Earth,
impelled
by the sweetness of freedom.
Tenacity
upholds the ideals of this endless walk toward belief and light,
toward the
parts that make us whole.
It is the
infinite inside,
the precious
blessings that nobody can touch or steal
with hatred
or resentment.
As courage
buoys us up, we leave behind the dullness of disdain,
their
vacuous intentions evaporate within the infinite within
because the
infinite within is light,
and their
anger is made of senseless hate and pain.
The forever
tenderness that keeps the being alive
in its pure state of being keeps extricating itself
from the prisons enemies dream to
impose on us,
while a
couple of monarch butterflies
draw our attention toward a dance
to the
rhythm of Mother Nature’s kindness.
Our impassioned spirit swells in aspirations,
caring and
fresh,
like a new
flower facing the morning sun
with the upright
ethos of belief.
The infinite
within nourishes the self,
kindling the
start of a new day with life.
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