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A channel
we must flow
As clear as driven snow
Like a river through the lake
A channel we must make.
To clear
the hurt that’s deep
A channel we must keep
To keep our channel free
Our Aura is the key.
To stop
that hurt again
Our Aura we must retain
To channel healing through
To others in the blues.
The road
our creator reckoned
And the road we beckoned
Sometimes out of kilter
Mishaped, by Church and Tutor.
The inner
loneliness and pain
Because of the luggage we retain
Gathered over time
By that self will of mine.
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The love
we comprehend
Comes crashing to an end
But love to each and all
Is the opening to the call.
But the
courage it will take
To make that scary break
When all is willingness we need
To sow that fragile seed.
To cleanse
that wreckage from the past
Through a channel that is vast
From pain and loneliness
To our own peace and happiness.
In this
new world of debt
With it’s cruel domino effect
Our happiness cannot depend
On person, place or thing.
So the
happiness I dream
Is a layer above that fickle screen
And our channel is a line
To God and Love and Peace of Mind.
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