I can't recall when it began,
the prompt to compete,
How we can lose aspiring to "win",
In this awareness, so hollow we seem.
Who said “go”?
Why the clambering up to run?
There is a call from below,
Opposing our man made sun.
“Come back” a voice sang,
“Climb down from above”,
The voice called us by name,
and this truth was Love.
To win is to "be still and know”,
To step in harmony with the ones you see,
Use your light so they may glow,
Nevermore compete.
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