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Gentle
The eden of beauty sleeps within the eyes of a child
A reflective brilliance, an oculus into the multi-verse budding within a flower of infinite blades
Such natural innocents
Sings the secrets of a song, hinting of our true nature
Sent into spiritual remission seeking needed sanctuary to continue surviving
What if that flow of karma could be reversed?
Instead of looking at a new born as a blank canvas
A clean memory drive
A vessel to flood with our own perceptions
Religion
Politics
History of empires
What if we looked to a new born as a projection of the Universe
A teacher freshly born from the source of our creation
A being that is radiating all that is good
Rather than seen as a sponge absorbing
A reality where we do not have to impose affirmations
Instead we lose ourselves
In the divinity and wonder of nature
As a gift they share with us
Because they are blessed to so purely perceive
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