The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Hear.
Everyone is complaining.
They are crying, shouting, jinxing, mourning
For all nasty.
Everyong is complainging.
But for what?
"I am tired."
"I am stressed."
"I am in pain."
"I can't stand it."
They said.
Everyone is complaining.
What are they looking for?
Love.
Understood.
And inner peace.
They prayed:
"Can someone help?"
"I want a way out."
My dear,
There's no one else who can help.
Only you can.
About the Creator
Lumi
I am rooted, but I flow.
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