Is joy in illusion, confusion, mirrors?
At the bottom of lies lies fears
In Truth, beyond the maps in our heads,
Far more wonder and awe than what imagination dreads
But only there, at the end of the path,
Turning away from lying desires and wrath,
Is joy, the purpose of being, is Love
Only in the Light, are we born from above
God bless,
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Joshua Fahey