Come closer. Now closer still.
I see you, through the thrill.
Bandwidth expanded, undammed.
So they say… Time to play then.
Here’s to never second-guessing again.
Jump in… and start to place the rhythm.
A given. This body to live in.
Like all else, my breath, borrowed? No, given.
A gift. What I do with it, weighs and measures.
Balancing the space my heart speaks.
To me. Each piece contributes equally.
We are one, of many things, the sinews between.
Housing the REAL me. The light leaks. Catch me picking the cracks.
Until the gold beneath becomes apparent to me.
The beautiful unseen, is here for unveiling.
Naked. I live in a mirror reflecting unwitting tendencies
until I release them, or they become me
to whatever degree is necessary for me,
to see them clearly consuming my reality,
and then flip the script to seek joy or peace.
The way it was meant to be from the beginning.
A grand unfolding, the fruit planted before me; I receive gratefully.