This was the state of my dreams last night
As my mind struggles to cope
With the swirling surge of responses:
The fury, the helplessness and frustration,
The sadness, the grief, and the driving desire
To help all those affected.
I’m grateful to be living in a protected state,
And appalled to discover the depths of my rage
With all those who celebrate this victory.
How, after such troubled dreams,
Am I to find the trust and calm I seek;
The equanimity, tolerance, and compassion I crave?
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