Tarot Poetry - The Fool's Pilgrimage!

My sense: my route is the solution.

My meditation: lifestyle is my own meditation.

Should you take a look at me along with your inner vision, you'd see my internal area wider than you might ever imagine.
Should you listen to me together with your inner ears, then you'd hear the audio of the skies, that's found within my own blood.
If you are feeling me with your internal senses, you'd smell the perfume of my spirit and soul.
It does not disturb me at all of the definition folks give me. I understand where I come from, the pure supply of love and light. I understand where I move, the pure supply of love and light.
Life in the world is a journey, this trip is directed by a star shining in the skies, I trace its own brightness. That is why I call it . . .my pilgrimage.
The objective would be present, a gift I keep within my heart. I can feel each cell of my body, soul and mind filled with this party of this eternal and boundless creativity of existence.
They've given me the eternal and boundless freedom to flavour their invention, you and I.
I'm the loved one and you also, possibly you realize it or not.
While I make mistakes, I hear from them , in precisely the exact same time, I understand that those are butterfly's mistakes.
How do a butterfly make errors?
I'm a butterfly with a single wing at the sky and another in the world.
Follow me about this meditation known as life to wake the master up deep within you.
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