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Those knots
Those entangled webs
That weave and forge
Our home within
We can not afford
To hold onto others
Crying out for love
There suffering torn
Ripped apart
Projecting upon
Your broken heart
Repairing you
Cannot dismiss
That others in you
Where they tore and hit
Do leave traces and marks
Entangled rifts
As your mind
Your body
Your emotional drives
All your networks
Cannot survive
If you can’t look at the other
Who forged disrespect
Who harmed your heart
Turned your body
Into a mess
Turn your mind
Your body
Your heart
Your home
Back to you
The one alone
Forgiveness is breaking through
The broken mess
Made by two
Made by all
In you as one
You’ll find no other
When it’s all undone..
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
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