Confess, it’s a mess, life

Bless us, we confess, my knife

death brings life, life death, circles surround

peace is a child’s wish

not like a fish, war is survival.


Confess, it’s a quest

your move in chess,

my wife, my queen

king’s to rule?


Confess to the bloody mess

while you study, impress

death, life, life, death, circles

inner peace takes time, patience, love, forgiveness, and release.

So confess, be free, connect to that inner wise child.


Moira Levant / © December 27th 2017



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