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Fearlessness,
So hard to embrace.
Fear serves us well.
Protection from malice.
Yet, this protective weave
Eventually stifles growth.
We prattle on
About not letting fear
Control our lives.
And yet, so often, it
Does. Aversion to risk
Really the highest calling?
I seek freedom from
Fears. From that strangulated
Grasp, embracing what may
Come, trusting in both
My ability to hold the joy
And that good will come.
Sometimes our actions
Are more critical for rest
Than calmly sitting.
Distance sometimes
Seeks to play tricks
Upon our hearts.
The torment of
Separation a magnificent
Illusion. Love connects
Deeper than space/time.
We are no farther apart
Than our dreams.
Wise blender of words
Crafting meaning from the wind.
Lost in summer’s song.
I am not afraid
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight.
Walls grown around it,
Status quo.
Out in the distance
From memory’s furthest edge.
A train whistle.
Strange, really,
Mind’s drifting,
Perhaps raging,
Flickering memory
Upon memory,
Stirring dust
From forgotten
Dreams.
Awoken by
The movement of
Dreams.
I collapse
Into and through
Myself, these dreams
Both from my mind
And the synaptic demands
Of others.
Mist fades
Upon the other side
Where I find
Myself.
I’m humbled and awed.
Word Shaper 