Sunday, September 21, 2014

the Forest on a Sunday.

I had to go away,
to be alone
in the wilderness of the world
to be able to hear myself
to recognize
the sound of my own voice
amidst the clamoring

this truth.

There is nothing wrong with me.

I am whole, a circle.
ever circling
and cycling
through the layers of
my own

I am listening.

Listening, now,
to All of me.

May I learn to greet myself
with love, acceptance,
and peace.

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