SurrenderA Poem by KWPThe ancient art of surrendering oneself to the eternal is all but lost. Many don't even own a white flag. Choosing instead to fly their own colours, patterns, pictures. To give up the fight doesn’t mean to give up individuality. Projecting our own reality through the cinema of mind creating you and I. Thank you for inviting me to your screening. The library of reality projections, is always full, we never seem to borrow another’s life. I digress, it’s time to undress, unveil your naked soul, tilt your head back, exhale, give up the fight for this reality life. Moment to moment. We. Keep. Fighting. Stop. Let us find the more. © 2017 KWPReviews
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11 Reviews Added on November 1, 2017 Last Updated on November 1, 2017 AuthorKWPSydney, NSW, AustraliaAbout'The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are sec.. more..Writing
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