Discern, he said
Don’t judge
With the measure you use
It will be given back to you
Tenfold, running over
Out of your arms and back to into them
You are doves delivering news of dry land
You are serpents making a path through sand
You are Shamayim, everything contained
Chaos within limits within oceans within coasts
Love yourself as others do.
Love others more
Everything is perfect in moderation,
Including excess
Everything has time, a speed,
A point, departure, entry, regress
A place. A space
Even reason has its own season
Let me ingest my own advice first
See if it is worth dispensing.
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