How may we redress,
feelings we repress,
shrivelling our soul,
now blackened like coal?
Shortcuts do not work,
so let us not shirk,
cleansing of our heart,
which is where we start.
In thought, word and deed,
ferality weed,
all desires disrobe,
watching each fear strobe.
Stillness shows the way,
how we cease to sway,
to lower cravings,
as love grows it’s wings.
01-July-2022...
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