The Pauper and the King

The Pauper and the King

Down here we grovel on the earth
We didn’t ask to take this birth
Says the soul unconscious then
For they do not remember when
As children of the living King
Who said I send you down to win
To prove yourself when all seems lost
To do my will, never mind the cost
With our begging bowl in hand
Our head we bury in the sand
And seek to eek out our living here
The universe responds then to our fear
And gives us what we visualize
See what you want, if you are wise
I Am the child of the King
In my heart, I hold his ring
With the stamp of immortal fire
On the path, I shall not tire
No more scrounging, head held low
For my source is not below
I rise unto the cosmic mind
The source of everything I find
It’s been with me all along
Looking outside, that went wrong
Now inside I set my sight
And reclaim my own birthright
I am the source, I am the sun
Abundant child of the One.


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