The morning breeze envelopes me
And gives my dreams it's pure home,
My heart avakes in softness lee,
It needs not more to serch and roam.
I look above my head Your light
And love I find beyond mistakes,
In life all dual things are fight
In love all beings have it's rest.
I hope, I create the world
With my creative pure dreams
In wich together we will fold
In perfect oneness and gleams.
The morning breeze envelopes me
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