Recovery
Sometimes unraveling the problem was never something to think about,
For as soon as your mind started the process of thinking it threw in that word called doubt,
Rather "let me be with it for a while" discovers the answers have always been there,
Because when you mind it, you are controlled by it, and the beingness in it goes elsewhere,
What was lost, but now it is found is really not a discovery,
But has simply recovered what was lost, through being it is a recovery.
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