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Secrets
I like having secrets. I hold them close.
But not as weapons of power and control.
To hang them over one's head would be a betrayal of trust.
So I hold them inside of my own head and heart.
They dig down deep inside of me like shovels removing earth...
Getting deeper with each shovelful of Self I remove.
Such plutonian ways are often misunderstood.
When reaching the core means reaching the Divine.
But not as weapons of power and control.
To hang them over one's head would be a betrayal of trust.
So I hold them inside of my own head and heart.
They dig down deep inside of me like shovels removing earth...
Getting deeper with each shovelful of Self I remove.
Such plutonian ways are often misunderstood.
When reaching the core means reaching the Divine.
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