Desire may have the sheen, the shape,
The color of genuine pearls.
Believe me, it is made of glass beads!
Our desires are luminous lies,
Hiding the truth about the fear we have
That we might be the last remnants
Of what was once a blessed Whole:
A circle whisked away by unknown forces!
To desire is to accept Limitation.
It is to admit that we are incomplete.
Each admission reaffirms the
“False” truth that we are powerless.
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The color of genuine pearls.
Believe me, it is made of glass beads!
Our desires are luminous lies,
Hiding the truth about the fear we have
That we might be the last remnants
Of what was once a blessed Whole:
A circle whisked away by unknown forces!
To desire is to accept Limitation.
It is to admit that we are incomplete.
Each admission reaffirms the
“False” truth that we are powerless.
****
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