For those times when your fists are iron
and your grievances seem permanently attached.
Where every soft space is hardened beneath layers of complaint.
When the shield of your armor seems all there is to hold on to.
Believe in your softness. Trust in your kindness.
Hone your imagination. Envision solace, support and understanding.
Let the wellsprings inside lavish you with love.
Mercy and forgiveness sit right next to you.
Let yourself feel them through the cracks of your longing,
the throbbing of your pain, the blankets of your grief.
Be very gentle as you "rub oil into your scars".
Namaste'
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