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Harsh judgment & accusation
Yet seeking validation
The unseemly commotion
Owing to preconceived notion
In resignation we sigh
Looking at the jaundiced eye
Animosity & discord
We attempt to ford
Drawing in the toxic current
Transmuting it to its native element
Love unconditional
Our reflection continual
Yet if the recipient
Be now not sentient
The seeds yet sown
In timeless time grown
Will undoubtedly bear fruit
To some measure contribute
In aligning
Transforming
All that that is feral
Into the ethereal
Bliss bubbling
Hearts beating
As one
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The Self has no attribute
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