The soul
Intact in the safe place
A beautiful truth
But there is more
Peering out at the world
Surrounded by clouds
Wrapped in cotton
So easily disgruntled
Pandora's on trial
For opening it
Who shall look within?
One to brave the terror?
Arrows sent forth
Always find a mark
Somewhere, a reaction
Quantum physics
Comfortably robed
In righteous anger
Whitewashed with the known
Verdict rendered
Pandora and her ilk
Sit on the ground in rags
Ostracized
Oddly undaunted
Assembling the pretty soul shards
Beautiful, broken, shiny colors
A mandala
We are One
There was no evil
Simply that which was new to our experience
Light and shadow both reveal much
And the little band KNOWS
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