The crossed wires,
Create sparks-
This is the beginning,
Of all worldly creation.
Bloodied hands
And gentle fingers,
Are the worst of all
Known, best intentions.
To master the art,
Of healing reflection
And within introspection,
Is a pathway of presence.
Within this torn
Heart, of every storm
Is made the journey,
of manifest realisation.
J.Bibi
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