There is this King. Very mighty. Enough to rule the Milky Ways.
The king is mighty because he is timid. He is mighty because he is unsure.
The king hungers more and starves in his kingdom.
The king wants to reign so he puts the reins.
And there was this Sky. Where is it launched where it lasts?
It…is so whole. It… is so permeating.
It…has no wear. It… has no tear.
It… is the sole power. It… is the purest place.
The king promises. But he never brings the heaven.
Look at the sky. A star sends you it’s wing.
Don’t buy the King. Grab the wing.
Stay in the sky.
Which is where you belong.
Which is where you belong.
Thank You. Love!!
Shaila
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