Get to the Core
Atomic spin just strip me bareEvery false belief I wear
Find me out and nothing spare
Through the breeches let it tear
In the gale of inmost prayer
Start the merge of windswept air
Awakened flame heart must declare
All in me that seeks repair
Rummage through the links impaired
Open the catalyst to my aware
Arouse loves spirit in midair
Bring to mind the words of Voltaire
"God is a circle whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere."
Feed the hearts the loveliness rare
That rises bright as unseen flares
In Source we find for the all, sufficient care
Nothing created does ever compare
To the revisions you do prepare
For those who step outside the square
Let the proud upon the lowly stare
For at heart we are all your heirs
Graceladymn 9/6/09
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