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Created on: July 29, 2008
Some may state t'is faith that makes all, even their farts.
Others, they'll claim t'is for God that they do depart
A few will raise a banner high and call "follow me"
Alas, many will fail to see t'is not the flag,
Nor the man, a nation, faith or even God
That moves it and us and the winds.
For Truth is not in books on Him,
Or him or She or them or others.
It is the freedom found in self.
T'is bound within each of us
For only one to see and be.
It has no name or word
Nor a size or weight.
It is not a secret,
Sound or smell.
T'is a voice
Inside us
Called
One's
Soul
or
I
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