anchorite

And in my darkest moment, fetal and
weeping
The moon tells me a secret – my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light
reflections pass over me
So crucify the ego, before it’s far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that’s imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through

Bringing out our hope and reason …
before we pine away.

“Reflection”, Tool

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