I remember a time when I feared
That if I were to meditate,
To truly sink into that space
Deep inside myself,
This is all I would find: a hairy, tangled mess,
Filled with sharp edges and black holes
To get torn by and get lost in.
With time and practice I learned to find
The deeper ground beneath,
That point vierge where we’re all linked
To spirit, and to each other, in love.
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