wholeness is just out of reach
then it hits me
I am still seeking something
external to make me whole
Instead I now go inward towards
my knawing emptiness
and I make friends with my
suffering and pain
now in my heart there is good soil
for seeds of hope and love to grow
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
wholeness is just out of reach
then it hits me
I am still seeking something
external to make me whole
Instead I now go inward towards
my knawing emptiness
and I make friends with my
suffering and pain
now in my heart there is good soil
for seeds of hope and love to grow
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