Your Puerile askance....
Oh How I wish
I was your Intent ,
Your pure hands , brown with mud.
You so obliviously
pucker your way off ,
to that world of trust and Love and purity
: as you see it.
While we stand running against the world.
Adverse to understanding , and thus the rest.
O how do you do it ?
This lotus Karma ensues with every child being born ?
Oh Kid , as I see ,
Not Almost.
You Are God.
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