The flipping of
and filling of
these pages is an act
in the direction of love.
I hardly am aware
of what I’m attempting
to describe
express
share
from this place – called no where – now here.
Thank you for your rearrangement
of these – Mr Wayne Dwyer
where in
(as in surrounded)
the unknown is not a threat
then
what’s left “to do” seems to gently let go
-a little (no measure that)
-here and there (go ez with these…)
they’re thorns
we’re stuck on
not knives
we’re being
stabbed with
we are then rendered fearless,
unexpectedly so –
surprisingly
so delightfully
to
we like live
can finally
breathe
freely & fully
metaphorically
& actually physically,
go figure.
The rest comes
the peace emerge
as does
a loving
surprise.
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