In quiet places
I let my guard down
I sense all of myself
And the world around
The guard of flesh is gone
In the softest whispers
A sudden opening
To the violent and loving
Face of creation
Stoic Poetry
Guard Down
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 