It’s a dark, dark hole;
The center of our life
At one time
Long dead and decayed,
Remnant of what was,
Yet, decay can be a hotbed for growth.
Poison vines that climb
And come back out
No power of discrimination,
And we fall back into conditioned illusion.
In the hope You find Love close at hand, Portia SLB
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