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No. 140
I have been to the top of the mountain.
There I saw visions of an Eden where men,
Unbridled by conscious thought or plans,
Took hold of each and every moment of life that passed them
There I saw the maelstrom of life scraped clean,
How deep within ourselves, even the most assured of us,
Lies a thought, a feeling:
This is all there is.
A simple flick of Your celestial hand is all it takes.
Free will,
Known, sought, released.
This is all there is.
There might be some bees as well.
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