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  • There was nothing but open horizon and clear water

    Our private harbour, lapping at our feet

    We sat, we felt, we were one.

    Our first year, nothing in front, a life behind.

    We meditated to the sound of the wind we were alone. One.

    Then with time we discovered layers, our principles, our values those likes and dislikes. Rip shred, tear and butt.

    The years behind, our identities in front.

    Why cant the past stay where it belongs?

    Where is that safe harbour now?

    Di's response to our principles, our values those likes and dislikes. "They are merely part of who we have become as human beings. They are NOT bad unless they really impact negatively in some way on ourselves or others – that’s where that "rip shred, tear and butt" occurs if we cannot lovingly share, clarify, take responsibility for our own feelings and negotiate, but resist and make wrong with learned thinking which is ironically both part of AND the creator of the resistance to those principles, our values those likes and dislikes."
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