Self-Refuge by Sez Kristiansen

My voice became a tool and lost its silence

My body became a conduit of self-love and lost its abuse

My mind became still and lost its dominance

My heart became a home and lost its longing

My hands became a cradle to where all pain could be held

My lungs became an anchor to where I no longer felt adrift upon an endless ocean

That’s safe in the refuge of myself


found on InsightTimer Self-Refuge – Poetry Slice | Sez Kristiansen, Insight Timer

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