Excerpt No. 4
Hold fast on to your heart, and stay a soulful mind.
Whilst to pain be kind.
Lean on summer’s breeze, and winter’s fading light.
Whilst to emptiness be kind.
Sing, and share with all what you may find.
Whilst to the wicked be kind.
Dream with the heavens, and drink the sun’s might.
Whilst to darkness be kind.
Soar through life’s every moment, and every fight.
Whilst to lost causes be kind.
Keep yourself unbound, and free from spite.
Whilst to the end be kind.
"I am large. I contain multitudes." - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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