The best armor is a mirror.
Paint it on your bare skin.
People will see things clearer
when they begin to stare in.
They will see themselves in you.
Show each your empty hand.
Walk together, pas-de-deux,
like lambs in any meadowland.
Share your armor with the world,
till all egos disappear.
A love will bloom and unfurl,
and the hatred that sows fear
can finally be thrown aside.
No single life will have to hide.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
The best armor is a mirror.
Paint it on your bare skin.
People will see things clearer
when they begin to stare in.
They will see themselves in you.
Show each your empty hand.
Walk together, pas-de-deux,
like lambs in any meadowland.
Share your armor with the world,
till all egos disappear.
A love will bloom and unfurl,
and the hatred that sows fear
can finally be thrown aside.
No single life will have to hide.
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