I see my life as one simple line.
Written in the book of life.
Where I cry tears like rivers flowing.
Dance before the moon.
Sometimes loose the plot.
Sometimes I feel so small.
Wonder what am I doing here at all!
Have glimpses of clear insight.
Wonder moments impressing light
upon my heart and soul.
Some pain remains.
Some long since gone.
Speechless now.
Feeling so much gratitude
Feeling so much thanks.
Anchored by my beloved teacher.
A very blessed soul.
She weaves threads of love
straight through my heart.
Embraces, holds me, so steadfast.
Tenders me with mighty force.
For she is life itself who loves me so.
And on this day, I feel so humbled in gratitude.
Singing thanks for this privileged life.
Privileged, not in a monetary way.
Privileged, because so much was given.
So much was taken away.
This Privileged Life
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