Truth

I was Formless Mingling In the stew Of treacherous Beliefs Neither sinking Nor floating Barely Being part of what we are Divine credence In human appearance Washed away Diluted Shrunk By Untruths told Sanctioned by Illusions from Generations upon generations Ago Not Anymore The process of Formation Germinating In this mush Of lies and mistrust Took as long as it takes To break away from all that is Not true To Spirit And eternal love ~~~~~~~~~~~~ a beautiful milieu

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