Pristine
Pristine
an elegant word
somehow perhaps
out of reach..
at some time
or many times
perhaps this evening
we need experience
ourselves as Pristine..
we lay aside
all our self-doubt
opinions of others
our successes
religion's chiding
and inquire..what
remains..?
then to recognize
our Pristine within
which never dies
remains...
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