With joyousness and bliss,
Fill your time with that as much as you can,
And I promise you this,
Serendipity with then follow you,
But that’s just a symptom,
Of your embracing of the skin you’re in,
Born of pure chance, not any intention,
Time will fly and stop simultanyusly,
All space will by your world,
Your words will be pure, your actions graceful,
Your greatness will unfurl,
We all have it,
That jewel inside us,
The error that hides it behind closed eyes,
Is the belief that life’s mysterious.
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