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Knocking on heaven's door

I've been knocking on heaven's door

knocking, knocking, begging and crying

knocking some more

then, when I was about to turn around

giving up

the door opened.

It opened!

I saw no green fields, no golden cows

I saw the mirror and myself

not my figure, not my eyes

I saw my heart.

The source of life and the force of life.

I gave it away before, thinking- with my now dead mind,

that love will be returned.

but the world is made out of broken people

huge egos in pain.

they think they deserve it all

without giving anything in return

but their pain and confusion.

I saw my heart when the door opened

I stepped in

I am in Love.

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