Noted
The object of our intention…
Is not to know a Heaven,
But rather, to create One
As our Invention.
No final destination,
Just a temporary station,
And the purpose of our Journey
Is to Play….
Always, it’s been This way.
We are upon our Heaven,
Our parcel of love embraced.
We are Our Destination.
Hear.
And well, beyond the Gate.
Is not to know a Heaven,
But rather, to create One
As our Invention.
No final destination,
Just a temporary station,
And the purpose of our Journey
Is to Play….
Always, it’s been This way.
We are upon our Heaven,
Our parcel of love embraced.
We are Our Destination.
Hear.
And well, beyond the Gate.
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