We tell ourselves that things are wrong,
that needs are still not met,
that we must have more than we do,
to find our heart's content.
This story that we tell ourselves,
will sour and spoil the life,
which comes to us as precious gift,
and which we now deny.
There is no perfect place to be,
there are no musts or shoulds,
but only the reality
of Now, which lives as truth.
that needs are still not met,
that we must have more than we do,
to find our heart's content.
This story that we tell ourselves,
will sour and spoil the life,
which comes to us as precious gift,
and which we now deny.
There is no perfect place to be,
there are no musts or shoulds,
but only the reality
of Now, which lives as truth.
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