Small and little caressing gestures reveal how lovely this wisdom is.
Love yourself. Applaud your reflection in the mirror. And simply be.
Though the light may be very dim.
And though your face is flushed and your throat is working a little thick with emotion.
Brush your fingers against your arm; give aid to yourself when you can, and comfort when you cannot.
You shall win the fight! You are a pearl such as one has never seen.
Patience, my dear friend. Talk slow. Talk low. And keep it little.
Looking through glass and mirrors,
I see a reflection you too have known.
What are we but undulating souls, flickering reflections.
Whispers of a cosmic revolution.
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