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Three cords from my body
The first is love
The second, truth
The third is light

Like a child, I sit cross-legged as I braid
Working the fibers between my fingers
They polish my hands and smooth my skin

I am weaving a path for that which moves me forward
Too often disguised as steps

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The creases around your smile mirror the creases around mine.
And with time, I learn them better.
More permanent when I close my eyes.

A shared communion, this reflection.
A joint in the wood.
Some measure of joy.

Let this continue, I ask to whoever is listening.
Let the lines deepen and tomorrow let me recount the stories hidden in them.

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How does it happen? The love that fades and the love that grows?
Into nothing. Out of nothing.
Destruction & creation, following blueprints, but there are no plans to follow.
Only a dimly lit road that I walk.

So to know love, one foot goes in front of the other.
A quiet meditation.

The path is right until it isn’t.

 

 

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