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My Spirit my Mind |
| Within the confines of my peaceful mind |
| These thoughts that do create are so ever kind |
| Beside the head chatter that always will subside |
| I reach for calm and some how the quiet does abide |
| Then from within these depths of spirit feeling |
| I reach for thoughts from upon the clouds soft ceiling |
| There, far within the sphere where I strike these cords |
| I somehow reach inside and form the words |
| I gather all my dreams of what I wish to see |
| I speak this thought without expectation of when to be |
| I desire and therefore my faith is all |
| To believe, to trust, and to love , this is my call |
| Know that I know that I set these thoughts free |
| To know that I will see them work and to be |
| Never a plan of control of scheme |
| Just my reason manifesting from a dream |
| To be this close to spirit's own voice |
| I understand and hear the direction and rejoice |
| For I know not where this all began |
| I do know that I am within this power and I can |
| This vast ocean made of soul |
| Can never be contained outside the whole |
| For as we know what we are within this sphere |
| The works of Spirit works wonders for all to hear |
| All we need to ever understand has come from within our own hand |
| These reasons to be deep within are as many as the grains of fine sand |
| These fine grains of sand upon the shores of each human's will |
| Are many, like the thoughts that flow and cause us to be still |
| As each soul's journey begins anew and is told |
| We know that life's sweet spirit as always is many fold |