Come back
It hears a cry
Come back
To what is yours
Confusion fills the essence
At this call.
Then Hope and Peace and Joy
And
Tired of all its wanderings
It gathers all its
Fragrant
Fragment parts
And
Wisps towards its wholeness,
As it enters what is its
And
Be as one
To roam about its place
Quite self-contained
Content to rest within
That sacred
private
Space
Which holds it
And
Know its being
One more time
Adhering to its
Bodily self as me.
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