Aufie Zophy

I am a little purple flower
My petals so extremely small
I 've stood in the grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of all
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It is dark, no moon, no light
Just darkness, a starless sky
The wind blows, the waves break
A single firefly passes by
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My son, I can see so many good things in you
And here I am really honest and true.
My son, I love it when your caring heart opens wide
When I had a headache you came and sat by my side
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Reflecting on my life at the end of the week
A tear leaves my eye and caresses my cheek
My ego wants to force a smile, but my soul doesn’t feel the need
This little sadness doesn’t taste bitter; it is sweet
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At the time, I was a five-year old boy
A visit to my aunty, always a joy
My cousin was playing with cars at the back
He just had a new one, the body in black
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I went to the sea of love, this noon
I took it and put it in a blue balloon

I brought this balloon, so blue
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One day, I want to melt all gold on earth
And make a wonderful key with it all
This special key of incredible worth
Will be fit to unlock your heart and soul
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I guess it was my aunty's fault
That before I was six years old
It were my looks that made me happy
She just never stopped praising me
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Contemplation, searching for my soul
Silence encompassing all
Alone but not in solitude
Silence giving fortitude
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Soothing, breaking one by one,
Peaceful brushing on the shore
In crescendo and then back down
My soul is asking for much more
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Walking on a hot and scorching day
We meet a splitting of the way
A way downwards looking shady, some trees are there
A way upwards, sandy without trees, just looking bare
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In the universe, a human so small,
Looking just like a speck of dust
But born with a mind and a soul
And able to think, love and trust.
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I pray for love
We are all bathing in it
We just have to open our hearts,
to open our minds
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While waiting in a queue or jam
Let's try to connect to our heart
And search for a lovely feeling
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Words point at the Truth
Just as you can point
With your finger to the moon
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Suppose you had a goose,
A goose that would produce
A golden egg a day
You wouldn’t want to lose
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Praying with ego, or praying with soul,

The ego prayer is our ego, talking.
It sees prayer as a sacrifice of our time,
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Peace

I dream
of a wave of peace
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The dove of truth is sitting in our garden
Our gaze inside the room
Light and truth just outside our window
Our eyes see only gloom
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Food for the body

I know of men, who do not have enough,
Lacking food and drink, their life is rough
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