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The feet that hit the floor

Are not yours.

Nor the voice that yells at kids

And opens doors.

The ears that no longer hear,

The belly formed of beer,

The nose that you revere,

Are not yours.

You must leave your body.

You do so every night.

For bodies are small

And you are big

So you always take flight.

Daydreamer.

Grand schemer.

You must take your leave.

Remember, you recieve

Power from your own source

Connect, then in due course

You will see the truth.

You are not JUST you.

You are a good god, you.