Now You Know (a poem)

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Now You Know Most precious lotus born being. Giving credit to a mother and father for concept. Aspiring, striving to benefit others; The few which can be counted daily using fingers, but unaware or the countless beyond your sight and arms, yet, still equally blessed, awakened to Nirvana by the radiating light from your heart's intentions. The aura divine. Amen. The songs you sing, vibrating flowery syllables invisible though carved into stone. Therapeutic tickles for the ears to feel. To bask in like lovers rolling in the grass. Acknowledge also, those who appear content and focused but

hear nothing because they are lost in the song which is you. The paper airplane poetry which manifest and take flight in your direction do so only because it is you who arranges the words perfectly. The pencil can take no credit. Without your gift, inspiration, they would fade into the realms of a newspaper or dictionary. You have told me that you know exactly who you are, but feel like you don't fit in this here and now. This is because you see yourself as a body looking outwards, when in truth, you are the glow of eternity pure which should be looking in. -Now you know. -Randy

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