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O’ My Beloved Son

Neither you nor I

Have the control on how our world may grow

Neither you nor I

Can ever guarantee how it may flow

Neither you nor I

Can ever dictate it term

We can keep on advocating the concern

And let it flow in it’s own term



O’ My Beloved Son

I learned how to trace my own dark spot

Digging inside of me to erase its stain

Bringing the truth within in every place and time

So on the surface it may always remain

I adjusted reality by immersing in dreams

When reality became the fabrication and the lies

Dreams were the unfolded truth that is so deep

When I got awaken, I remembered the reasons

Why I had chosen to sleep





O’ My Beloved Son

I endured a life between Love and War

To acknowledge that real peace is hard to achieve

When human egocentricity would lead you to believe

Things needed to go the other way

When human selfishness dictates

What you need to do in order to stay

When the attributes is in a profound warm openness

That reciprocates to all humankind,

Not by any fundamental,

conservative hindrance mind