We are just bubbles,
floating away
as soon as we were created
by the bubble Maker.
As bubbles,
we appear so identical,
no matter our sizes
or the direction we float.
As identical as bubbles,
so are we before our Maker,
who sees us beyond earthly labels,
but sees us as souls.
Souls as bubbles,
wear the hue of the surrounding they float around,
so are we on earth,
wearing the cloak of human, animal or plant.
The various cloak we put on
only conceal what we are,
all of us have our Maker within us,
identifying with our Maker within bonds us together.
Like bubbles,
our sojourn on earth plane is brief.
Like bubbles,
our life is so fragile and delicate.
So short is life of bubbles
yet, it gives so much joy,
not only to its Maker,
but the surrounding is captivated by its presence.
As you float like bubble in this life,
so uncertain about your direction,
would you rather complicate the bubble of life you possess?
Or, would you add value to the surrounding you found yourself?
floating away
as soon as we were created
by the bubble Maker.
As bubbles,
we appear so identical,
no matter our sizes
or the direction we float.
As identical as bubbles,
so are we before our Maker,
who sees us beyond earthly labels,
but sees us as souls.
Souls as bubbles,
wear the hue of the surrounding they float around,
so are we on earth,
wearing the cloak of human, animal or plant.
The various cloak we put on
only conceal what we are,
all of us have our Maker within us,
identifying with our Maker within bonds us together.
Like bubbles,
our sojourn on earth plane is brief.
Like bubbles,
our life is so fragile and delicate.
So short is life of bubbles
yet, it gives so much joy,
not only to its Maker,
but the surrounding is captivated by its presence.
As you float like bubble in this life,
so uncertain about your direction,
would you rather complicate the bubble of life you possess?
Or, would you add value to the surrounding you found yourself?
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