Gifts You bestow,
                   If we pile them on our heads
                  As attributes of ourselves,
                  Will crush us. But if we use them
                  As Yours, for Love, they will merge
                  Into the flow of Love
                  And never a burden be, but wings
                  To fly the spirit deeper
                  To where we have forgotten 
                  Even our forgetfulness.

 

                  

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