Turn towards, not away.
(Peter Einhorn)

Turn towards, not away.


Awareness of the noise,

Like a Klieg light,

Helps me see clearly.

Or is it a mirror?


The ideas come from outside

But reach something inside

Not all, but part.

Like the eagle

On the back of a quarter.

It is there, always there

That voice in me

Telling me that I am what they say,

That things are as they will.


It isn’t the ideas of others

But the voice in me accepting

That must be seen through.

I hear you frightened voice.

I see you.

I love you.

You are me.

Not all, but part.

And I love you, scared child.

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