Oh, weary soul.
I barely see you behind those tired eyes.
Let us rest, deeply,
beautifully,
with compassion
for all life has given, harshly.
It is a darling life.
A life to be cherished
with each breath of our aching day.
I sleep, now,
knowing morning matters
only when it greets me.
I sleep, now.
I sleep, now.
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All of that Brooke, all of that.
I feel that the only thing wrong with our design is that we don’t remember the time we are sleeping as being restful.
But increasingly now I greet the dawn knowing I have rested – a more full darling life, which is wonderful.
Thank you again.
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Thank you, dear Peter, just for being you. ☀️
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