I asked the Sun why am I here
If something is mine I asked the Earth
He said the answer's far, the answer's near
She said your soul, your body and your breath
I asked the Moon why it is here
Mortals are food, it said in fear
I asked the Self what is the aim
“To pay your dues and feel the pain”
“Be wise as serpent, pure as dove”
The Source, it said: “the point, is Love”
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