The Greatest Mystery

It all seems clouded in mystery the life that lays beyond, the mist of clouds, the lovely dew that lays upon a pond, the green that grows so lushly the birds that sing so bright, the darkness and the cold that embrace a starry night the vastness that surrounds you goes on most endlessly but pales in comparision of the space in you and me, for there's room to love, and room to learn and room to see what's true, if you'd only open to the space, the place that's inside you.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli