Rectifying unions, that struggle to bind.
Permeating losses, and feeling behind.
The bindings you work for, and those that you seek.
The strength that you gather, from feeling so weak.
Learning that outcomes, you want to control.
Are not done with words, from your face out that hole.
Mindfully use all your thoughts to create.
The feeling you're after, in the form of an eight.
To realize the all, that is deep inside you.
Detach from creation, is what you must do.
Bring forth your goodness, the voice in your head.
It eats all your fear and your feelings of dread.
You'll see that your method of binding was wrong.
Fear washed away, is now making you strong.
Constructing of unions, and making these ties.
By being your true self, you're no longer disguised.
Focus your thoughts, so that you should stay.
creating connections, upon the middle way.
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 18th, 2025 17:51
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