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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