If we could do it—
receive with grace what is given
without busying ourselves
in the name of deserving…
I could feel it, that feeling again. The same one I get each time. Not I hope I find something or maybe I’ll find something but rather, there is something.
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We wake into a day
already alive and waiting,
wake into a life already pregnant
with the thought of us…
Every original thing has come
from the invisible beyond
Sailing ahead down the tar-sealed road,
a shadow, wide-winged and languid.
Seagull and sun behind me
pull like a kite on invisible string.
There are places where thoughts cannot go,
places your mind will not take you.
Like a road that stops at the foot of a hill
or falls short in the deep of a valley…