WE'RE ALL PERFECT

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whoever is cumbersome of heart
stirring every moment gently apart
watch the little unraveling butterfly
who live grateful in moments and die

whoever is burdensome of soul
fighting to break from dark control
Set your eyes upon the kitchen ants
who are happy free from all wants

whoever is wearisome of body
reveling in bittersweet tastes of candy
hear the trumpet of the mighty whale
who owns the entire sea without a sail

whoever is troublesome of spirit
seeking knowledge of the wind in secret
listen to the sweet songs of the birds
who travel and return without a shepherd

do not let your being fall into darkness
for no man's top of the world in goodness
feel deep and listen to your heart beat
realize we're all perfect, no ones incomplete.

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