Are we all not reaching for light?
Morning finds us
tells us there is more to be done
What can we do
but to wake and do
wake and do
until we cannot do
and wake any more
What is the sound of the universe giving birth?
This state of listening
Tuning in to a frequency
that floats invisibly through air
How large are my concerns?
How small are my concerns?
We find comfort in repetition
even if they are habits
that serve us ill
To break free of ourselves
we must move beyond
blind obedience
to the whims of the body
To exert reason
and control over our
base desires
Her left hand ran through her hair as she picked
up her water with her right. She was tired. It had
been a long week and there was still another day
to go. She wished she was at the beach, bundled
up, and enjoying the chill of evening and the
steady rhythm of waves. What had her hope given
birth to? She was unsure.
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