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Stress


Stress…is like a set of Russian dolls…

Or a coat of many colours and layers,

Peeled off to reveal

The naked man – or woman – below,

Beautiful, unashamed,

The true person…

So that we discover

What we really are…and want…

Untainted by Society…

And its goals.


Only when we have done this

Can we find harmony with nature…

And ourselves;…

A holiday is a quick, but short ‘fix’.


We are born in stress and die in it.


In between, we may have a choice…

To hear our inner voice…


Yet so, the decision is a hard one…

And most often, we never cry out…

Let alone listen.



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