The ethics of wounds:
The fragile heart's teachings;
Reservoirs of light
And dark feelings redeemed by
Faith, love and mercy;
No need for cryptic
Or obscure references.
It's all here flowing
Like blood through Nature's green veins.
The mystics call it
Insight. It transcends futile
Doctrines and systems.
It is always becoming.
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