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I’ll let you know my secrets, I’ll give you what I know. I’ll tell you all that made me, I’ll show you where I go.

There is no understanding Without first feeling pain. The blinding light of breakthrough sun, On shoulders soaked by rain.

The humble yet delicious Crust of bread, with butter – cold, When hunger is upon you; Rich and crumbly; yeasty gold.

A gift wrapped box beside a glass, A pair of soft, warm socks. A fire lit, the record slow. The doors and windows locked.

Temptation to exceed our needs, Surrounds our daily world . Intoxicating thoughts, that need the freedom, to unfurl .

Plenty comes and plenty goes, In circles round and round Shuffling things and thoughts and dreams Re-rooting feet to ground.

Take a moment, separate Desire from what is meant. Sometimes lives and shelves of books Are fleeting, borrowed, lent.

Only to be found again In other guises, hands Unearthing glinting treasure Hidden in the hearts of man

A pure and sweet elixir,

The taste that brings you home.

Unlocking every bolted latch,

Switching off the phone.

A thousand miles can take you, To the place you started from. If what you have already lives- In you, where it belongs.

This bottle needs no label, Drink me, eat me, turn the key. For I know that finding you, Is finding home in me.

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