Stripes on a tiger
Blobs on a leaf
Striations in my aura
Marks on my personality
What do these signify?
No cause for alarm here...
Life has ups and downs,
People can be good and bad
Weather comes and goes...
Do these matter?
I exist in a place that is beyond the pale
And beyond the veil
A land before contradiction
A place before dreams.
And from that infinite view
These patterns are
The Father turning,
And what matters is
The Mother churning,
Apparently,
this is how creation
IS.
And this is how I
come to
BE.
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