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Jun 2019
Something’s clogged,
Our body’s sad;
We call the plumber,
Now we’re glad.

Who’s the plumber?
Not yet us
But as the flow’s restored,
So is skill and trust.

When the flow is completely Flow,
Full, Embracing, Total,
Then we Are and then we Know,
And Healing’s All Embracing.

Healing’s All Embracing.
Written by
Steve Sufian
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     Colm, S-zaynab-kamoonpury and Edmund black
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