Anguish of the spirit may look like a personal crisis.
Anguish of the spirit may look like depression.
Anguish of the spirit may look like burst of anger.
Anguish of the spirit may look like confusion.

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In this chaotic game of ascension, where people busy themselves in the madness. Desperately reaching for distractions to find moments that ignite us.
A flash of bliss, 
a pump of validation, 
a rush of escape, 
a moment to be kind
flickers of light amidst the spinning of our minds. 

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Have you been that child, neglected, your reach for nourishment ignored?

Have you been that by-stander, unworthy, in the audience watching joy?

Have you been that bird in a social cage, trying to sing in vain?

Have you ever been that candle trying to burn whilst in the rain?

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Anguish of the spirit
Equals sadness of the soul. 
That emptiness inside that drives our fear of being alone.

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Anguish of the spirit:
Something no-one talks about. 
Our judgment, shame, our intolerance manifesting as self-doubt.

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Anguish of the spirit:
Keeps an addict in their hell. 
No words have yet been found to say what the heart can only tell. 

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Our anguish of the spirit our unifying collective pain. 
To live with war, rape and child abuse could send anyone insane.

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Our anguish of the spirit needs space to be expressed. 
So we can start to hear the truth about our self created mess. 

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When we learn to show our wounds and explore our suffering, 
harmony and space are found at the centre of our being.