inside.
That there is no perfect truth.
As all is just interpretations.
The ground,
is not a lie.
As the cosmos energy,
Flows always within us.
The be,
Is me,
and you.
Now to see.
The future,
Closed flowers,
might open,
But that doesn't have the key.
The key,
is inside,
the imagination,
inside,
the ground.
Inside the flower.
That is where is us,
Our be.
Without water,
Without sun,
It is still free.
The wind,
will take us.
In any case,
in any matter.
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