The literal core of our being
The epicenter of our creation
We are guided throughout our lives because it exists
Is it a myth that it is timeless?
That when our bodies are so carefully prepared for the eternal dwelling beneath the earth,
That our soul lives on?
Traveling between universes
Jumping from body to body
(Intertwined we are,
Your soul and mine)
Leaving its imprint on various parts of history
Allowing its presence to be remembered only as a dream
An afterthought
As…
Déjà vu.
Suddenly, “This feels familiar” has a purpose and a name
It has had many lives
Seen many Earths die
Seen the Beginning and The End of time
I think it’s time it tells us
Why?
About the Creator
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