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Pegasus Flies Through the Open Window


Finally the window opens, air flows, change is happening. The fixed anger and rage begin to dissipate. Out of the trapped claustrophobia of old conditioning my heart opens. I experience deep compassion for myself and all unconscious and struggling humans casting about wildly. Thus I begin to experience forgiveness.

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