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Imagine

Imagine

'Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try,'
there's no guarantee that it's really up in the sky;
we know our green land has been spoiled and hurt,
mutilated, abused and dragged down into the dirt.

But the beauty is still here, in sunshine and rain,
best you enjoy now because you may not come again;
many definitions of paradise, utopia and nirvana,
acknowledge your perception and that pre-set karma.

Yes, it was 'ordered' that you did the things in your life,
not random, your worst enemy giving you the strife;
paradise was always here - you were given the mindset,
time's running out and this is the best you're gonna get.

Stop looking for those invisible mountains to climb,
you didn't realize because it's been here all the time.

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sparrowsong

Hello Terry...

This is on my Daily Read List...

Thank you for the gift...🤗

sparrowsong

 

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Terry Reeves

Hi sparrowsong,
Glad you liked,
thank you so much.
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Terry Reeves

Hi Georgia,
Thank you so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
 

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Being Me

Had to pin this one! So true!

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Terry Reeves

Hi Tina,
Thank you so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
 

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