Communion with your self,
Let not you believe that what then's outside,
Should be placed on a shelf,
For there would be nothing if not outside,
It's how you see the world,
But that perception is rooted in you,
Though it can be wrinkled as its unfurled,
Use the steam of your heart to smooth it out,
Your soul's hands to raise it,
Survey the new frontier with your mind's eye,
How your spirit lays it,
It is all you,
You rear it from its birth,
Not from your beginning, in each moment,
From your own image your create this earth.
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