There are many things seen and unseen that exist within our world
Belief in those unseen to those they have unfurled, is mocked by the blind man
Berated by the bore, for not everyone has rich sight, many they have poor
I have walked through the dreamscape and talked to God within
But to say I have seen him, to others think I’ve sinned
But nay it doesn’t matter if I have sinned my friend, for I wasn’t too busy to see
The wonders that he bought to me, the miracles that set me free
In your busy minds you miss him, in your focused thoughts you lost
Never a moment’s thought for God and at what cost?
You could see him too someday, when you’ve quietened your mind
Be selfless in your search for him and then you will surely find…
You are not blind
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