My consciousness seeps out of my mind
Pouring itself into the natural flow of the world
Trying to find comfort within the madness
It breathes as if it has lungs, but it's beyond seeing and touching
The reality of its existence is intangible
Though it guides me through my present life
It can expand and grow, or it can wither and falter
Where it travels is where I take it
It holds the key to heaven if I find it
The Child of God is not a physical being
It's energy burrowed inside you
Interconnected between us all
We are living in Her image, giving Her the experience of life
Some day we will return to Her
Will she be proud of us?
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