Truth of a Golden Land

Truth of a golden land

with a knowledge like that of the

glowing warm sun

casting light below

illuminating crevasses,

covering incompleteness,

being oblivious to those who,

without being aware, rely

on your beauty and the

very essence of what you are.

To me to see what you

glow on and what repels

you, show me how to

judge noone

and everyone

in the same light

only judgments (or shadows)

cast to my

eyes,

receptive to your reflection

and others reflections on me.

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