Honed to perfection,
Sharpened to a point,
Clear as running water,
Honest words anoint
Giver and receiver,
Taken to the heart.
Truth will set you free, they say,
Let utterances impart
Comfort to the wounded,
Insights to the blind,
Love revealed, in lightness,
Salving every mind.
Maybe not so serious,
Some laughter and a smile,
Some rectitude for what’s not good
Can make it all worthwhile.
A simple plan to ease the pain,
Honour where it’s due,
Sincerity in all we say,
Trust may thus accrue.
And with that trust comes something else,
A bolder way of being,
Intuitions and perceptions
Help with all we’re seeing.
No magic in the formula,
No poison pen of ink,
Simplistic, fair and genuine
Streamlines how we think.
Much easier then if words are real,
Honest, forthright, strong.
Confusions end, paths made straight,
Minds suffer if they’re wrong
In thinking what another says
Is somehow meant for them.
Care in how we phrase ourselves
May nullify the pain.
Losing in translation,
A risk we have to take,
But clarity, corrections made,
Of openness partake.
Undiluted, concentrate,
Speak as how we feel,
Remembering that hurts are wrong,
Help each other heal.
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