Om namah Shivaya
In the stillness,
In the deep,
I go to the place where my soul weeps.
On the surface,
Another shiny gold star.
Producing, efficient, worth better by far.
Inside, though,
Curls a weary soul.
So tired of grinding to prove a goal.
Our worth just is.
Nothing more to gain.
Om namah Shivaya.
I honor the divinity that resides in me.
Resides, as in a home,
Without a mortgage to pay.
The divinity that merely is, without striving.
Lay it all down.
Stop playing the fame.
There's nothing to earn that you don't already have.
Om namah Shivaya.
I honor the divinity that resides in me.
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