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is okay to stop defending this tiny yard of earth or tiny thought or little spark you think your life depends on. enough go turn sideways into the light sideways like the Old Ones who burned down their houses to live in the sun be still as a stick as the heron who has mastered this art of standing slipping between the beats of time and breath breathe, friend, the way the ocean breathes. why fight for the air when its everywhere cool body rubs wind off your watery back why struggle with time when you have keyed its tall blinds why pretend to be a target when your body is a home carpentered of light? Comments are closed.
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