I stop denying my mild and frantic frustrations,
Admit my dashed hopes and hopeless dreams;
Then through my inner veins and outer seams
Courses the vibrancy of life
In stillness, the salvation
of Spirit,
the Spirit of striving;
Living to get to the
bottom and
see the tops and
taste the magic of things
To relish this atunement:
Staid, and all the while
flying.
December 4, 2011
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