Weary

Weary of this

A place where no loving soul touches my own

And yet

Here in the silence of the summer afternoon

Is God

Here in the silence is the love

We sought all along

Only a breath away

But how often our thoughts break

The container of receptivity and peace

That longs for us to seek relief

Within the healing place

Existing beyond division

Reunifying our thinking with the soul in us that senses

Worlds within worlds within worlds

Do not sacrifice this place

For the world of humanity displaced

For via that road

Only lies

Division and suffering

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