In the battlefield of the spirit,
a master points straight
to the wound, straight to
the origin of delusion,
calling the heart to
beat with the universe;
and the ego wriggles
and fears, and resists.
But the master only
keeps asking, smiling,
with love in her heart,
knowing that
Truth rests right there,
playing games, waiting,
covered by rubbish,
and when you see,
you will laugh too.
All rubbish blown to the wind.
All wounds healed at once.


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