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The place we know we are lost or blind is the place we will heal the world through the doorway of our own bitter, lamented poverty, for in that poverty is a kind of blessed innocence and compassion that comes out the other side and into others as divine honey – a sliver of God that pours into reality an emissary of the other person’s holistic potential to be healed.

And when we turn towards what is difficult in us, we are each of us making the world less separate, less despairing, less alienated from our true vibrational composite: actual love.

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