I have not the signature of that, that lies, nor the fame. I have, however...something deep inside, fine.
We are gold, within, or dross, nor measured by 'a pound', but weighed for 'truth', upon a scale of want...to pass. My soul unsold, is 'one'.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: feather of the goddess maat,weighed against the soul of 'the dead', google pic
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