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The soft curve
of the day
meets me and
invites discovery
Gently I awaken
to wonderment
with eyes
clouded over
by too much pain
or too much
looking for pain
It is so familiar,
this search for intensity,
this search for words
to somehow express
the all of what I see
the all of what I sense
the all of what
is known
by me, by you

If we are somehow
still, quiet enough,
the truth approaches
cautiously and asks
Are you ready for me?
Are you now ready
to see the life
You are called to?
Are you truly ready
for this day?

I am knowing this
time is near
I am sensing
I have run out of excuses
for dawdling
around the truth
as it advances,
gently this time,
for the fire has done
her work
In soft approach,
I am undefended

I lean into truth
and hope it holds me
I lean into life
and know
my structures are leaning too,
threatening collapse

Crumble, I say,
you obstruct the view
and there is rising possible

The rumble
is an earthquake
measuring off
Richter scales,
I am shattered
and freed in a single
sweeping stroke
clean,
clear,
decisive
red on black
Slayed by words
of my own origin
Common pool as source
Resting in the vastness,
I am held
in emptiness
a deep intake of air,
my fate is sealed
Not entombed
Not enclosed
but the space of no-choice
leaves me shaking
in the silence
of this wildness

Words pour out
from cooler waters
from peaceful shores
next to which
I have sat -
still, I languish there
knowing the fire
and calm waters
are doing
what they do
Called by a silent voice
loudly heard
across vast canyons
Here, I am sitting here
I am sitting here
I am sitting here

The coyote,
nose twitching,
sniffs the
emergent breeze.

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