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Self Love

Self-Love Our sickness has a name And it’s time that we stopped playing These self-destructive games. Or looking for a cause Outside of ourselves. Our pure and real source We may have had to hide, But it’s still waiting like a buried treasure, Deep inside. We need to talk about guilt and shame And how they are the roots Of almost all of our suffering and pain. And our self-inflicted violence And the idea that has got into our brains That we are born insignificant and useless And we can “maybe” attain And BE something, only if we are ruthless And aggressive and unscrupulous. If we want to heal this Earth. We have to start by loving ourselves And rebuild our self-worth. And stop crashing our lives In this sense-less inhumane race. And as we try to survive (believing we’re alone). Are trashing this exquisite, yet almost derelict place That is actually OUR home. © Sangeet Portals 2020

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Date: 10/20/2021 8:42:00 AM
Good thoughts penned in this one. I enjoyed reading it today. Sara
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