Sitting still is half the battle,
The other half is faith,
When the wait is over,
We will rise forever changed.
What began with one breath in,
Will end with one breath out,
Space between only an illusion,
That we fill with doubt.
Some are fond of language,
Others are fond of work.
What makes one way better,
What grants its worth?
There are many ways to think,
But only one way to see,
Forget about your highest hopes,
We become what we pretend to be.
Nobility is earned not through birth,
Not made by money or fame,
Rather a state of sublimity,
Thought and action become the same.
The greatest beings of all time,
Once were flesh and bone,
In eternity they found,
One is all and all is one.
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