
There is a wordless place
Within whose solitary circumference
You weep a silent pool of tears
Within whose reflection
Soul recognition
Births realisations
That can never be spoken
These are the soul scapes
Within which vistas
Formerly obscured
Open up
Revealing reckonings
Which emerge fully sprung
From deep inside
Self surrenders
Husks of illusion
Painfully shedding
Old protective skin
Sorrow reveals
A fuller depth of knowing
In your cells
Naked raw encounter
Reveals a seed
With the shedding of the husk
Go gently, darling
With all that is opening within
Cultivate soil of forgiveness
And please use hands of tenderness
In the planting
For stronger seeds have withered and died
When discarded carelessly
Or cast thoughtlessly
On stonier ground
To fertile soil
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