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We look for meaning now

But it takes time

To grow in the soil

Nourished by

Challenge and compassion

And tilled by

The Self that is Love.

Today, I am high

On the breath

Of the earth

And grounded

In the mist

Of a new human birth.

Whether up or down,

Life is alive!

 

When sight

Takes over

My seeing,

The mind

Abandons its yearning

And ego its doing.

My entire being

Dissolves into the loving

That Life is being.

The mind is like

A lid attempting to contain

The pure dynamism

Of Life.

Forget the lid.

Soon enough

The whole container

Will safely crack

To allow what’s inside

To move as one

With what’s outside.

Caught between

Deciding and moving,

My small self

Hangs on to

The phantom safety

Of a fragile solidity.

Letting go,

It falls into

The firm emptiness

Of Life’s momentum.