Come to me
I'll sing a little song,
It's about a bumble bee
Who cared to live so long
In this funny world,
Worth all the care,
So brave and bold
He seemed to share.
Here and there he hovers
With a piercing sound,
Among the flowers
He's sure to be found.
skimming over the heads
To scare those little children
Playing with tiny beads
In the beautiful garden.
Chased away fom their midst
To a distant place,
Riding at the crest
With all its powerful grace.
As the sun grew bold
The air began to churn.
Suddenly they disappear into the distant
For he's sure to return again.
What is karmic debt? How to clear it for a successful life
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*Ever felt like you're stuck in a loop, facing the same challenges over and
over? You might be dealing with karmic debt—a spiritual IOU from past
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