This world is all a mist,
a decorative veiling of the true.
Release the inhibitions from your fist,
a silent witness is waiting for you.
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FEBRUARY
for far away... I see that beam of light,
my virgin hope to end all the sorrow.
This flash is the vigor of my flight,
hermit inspiration for a bright tomorrow.
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MARCH
Every morning, it breaks through the window.
Spreads on the floor like a welcome mat.
Sets the air to the temperature of hope.
That light is the essence of life.
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APRIL
Awareness is the only end,
my license to be free.
Neither enemies nor friends,
I believe only what I see.
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MAY
As light fades away and fear gets the crowning,
and as you get engaged by thoughts gruesome and odd.
don't you forget...
with every sunset comes a promise of morning,
the light is the savior and language of God.
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JUNE
Blood as the fuel…
and eyes as the glass;
With my heart on fire…
I am a lamp of my own class.
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JULY
journey as my destination ...
and universe as force,
that candle on the water ...
is my guiding source.
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AUGUST
I absorb all hatred and blame,
willingly giving love and praise instead.
who am I ?
Nature is my name,
that drop of light is my bread.
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SEPTEMBER
Dressed in darkness are doubt and fear,
but this time… I wont fall to their bait.
brightly lit and always near,
I have with me… a divine lamp called faith.
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OCTOBER
This pleasure is but a flicker.
Flickers distract, that’s all they do.
Close your eyes to see the light,
the light that is YOU.
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NOVEMBER
Ignorance, suffering and desire..
the devils that blur my goal.
Awareness is my new attire..
enlightenment shines my soul.
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DECEMBER
Beyond this gate are Air, Water,Sky and Earth...
such a beautiful view, certainly lots to admire.
The wind calls my name, to all its worth...
pledging me to crossover, and be the missing Fire.
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