One hundred percent living here and beyond
The journey of soul ripples the inner pond
The illusion of dying, what's that all about
How many reincarnations I've lost count
Lost is our recall of what happened before
Until a Master appears to open soul's door
When opened by love we remember at long last
Where we came from and what was in our past
Our meeting and greeting some know who we are
There is no illusion of distance it's never that far
As soul leaves the body we are now free to go
Soul Travellers of love we all dwell in the know
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