To look within,
Not without,
That's what the card,
I drew reminds me about.
Perfect timing, no doubt,
To heal the empty kind,
Of intellectual pining,
Disquieting my mind.
As snow nears ground,
I find stillness abiding,
And silently filling,
The sound of fear.
Looking without,
Brought being without,
While attending within,
Brings being back in.
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