When kindness is freed from it’s holding space , the mind opens up and the muscles relax . We may even become light enough to step into a dance . A dance of sensing possibilities. While the harshness fades clarity comes . It falls quietly away . O do we remember how to choose to BE ?
The constricted heart is in pain , you see . It really only wants to be set free . The anger planted there is a poison and it kills . There is no pretty way around it . It is what it does and there is no more to be seen and said . Forgive those that trespass against you .
Is that lesson still unlearned and not lived amongst us ? Dare it be so .
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