Turn towards, not away.
Embrace!
Awareness of the noise,
Like a Klieg light,
Helps me see clearly.
Or is it a mirror?
Perhaps...
The ideas come from outside
But reach something inside
Not all, but part.
Like the eagle
On the back of a quarter.
It is there, always there
That voice in me
Telling me that I am what they say,
That things are as they will.
Ego!
It isn’t the ideas of others
But the voice in me accepting
That must be seen through.
I hear you frightened voice.
I see you.
I love you.
You are me.
Not all, but part.
And I love you, scared child.
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