I don't believe in enemies
I have no enemies
Not of my own making
Those who make an enemy of me
Don't know me
Have never met me
They do not see I am
A brother
And even, perhaps
A friend
I will listen to what
They have to say
Patiently
There is all the time in the world
You see
To come together
And peace will always triumph
Over the warlike spirit of the
Ego
In the end.
~ Laurence Overmire
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