Sometimes, a sure quiet knowledge
In the deepest recesses of the soul
Other times it is huge
Endless and all encompassing
Like the sea
Often, a source of boundless energy
When it lives inside
It makes it's way to the surface
It is a balm, when there is pain and the tears come
It believes
Yes, it wears many faces
But always, it is simple, real
It is true
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