In quiet moments I look within, hearing and feeling my ego. She is fragile and sensitive to the touch, I look at her and she is blue, bruised, marked. Why does she look so sad, I wonder. So much good, so many blessings- i want her to pull out and feel the joy, the joy of knowing.
We all send out our message in the bottle, seeking the help from the out. And yet today, it feels like help can only come from the look within.
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