Rhythms of truth
Sing thru the sea
Sing thru the wind
Sing thru me
Life itself
Is simple
It asks
For nothing
It gives
All of itself
Here in Heaven
I Am Remembering life
As a way of being
Like the whales
Like the palms
Like the birds
Effortless
Simply being
These are the Rhythms of Truth
Slow
Soft
Sweet
Always present
Essence is Truth
All else is Illusion
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