they say that time heals all wounds. physically, an incontravertible truth, yes. emotionally, perhaps, where time equals distance between. but on the cushion, coming into breath, it is presence that heals, when all Experience gathers full and round, not distanced but close, balanced around bone, and with mind in breath, centered like a knife, the knowledge and certainty - I am fine. I am whole. I am… perfect.
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