Eyes on the floor, wishing yourself away,
You scold yourself,
Look up! Get up! Be ‘up’!
But rather look within
And through your bitterest tears
Let truth draw out toxins from intoxication
From staring into culture’s pitted mirror.
See the real you,
Breath-taking, beautiful,
Your song deep harmony,
Your taste delicious,
Your scent rich breeze from bee-bathed dazzling meadows,
Your heart bliss, uplift, radiance,
Precious, exquisite brilliancy will bathe you
Dancing, playful, in pure light as light,
Loving, beloved
Another beauty, Joyce x x
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