Is there a perfectionist storm

Calling like the wind

To the hearts of us all

Can we hear the call

Is the whisper 

Audible enough

To bring us back

Back to love

To that magical place

To that village

Where we all belong

Inside the sea

Within us

To reach a place

Of peace and calm

Where anger subsides

Till things clear up

And hope is here

As like arising Sun

The moment 

The moment

When fear meets love

And the waters of change

Open for us

The brave 

The kind

The lovely.

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