Shoulders lift so high they look like earrings
“Release their tension, Kimosabe”
So I do and they lie, resting
atop the rest of me, still
breath meets breath unfolding
silence slices through
release let go
Yes, you know
More than
was
thought
before
your mind sought
“the” secret, sole
“the” one only
Rightness in plenty
Receive what is given
Open arms, when pulse meets breath
Smile wellspring celebration is
happening now, is happening now
Shoulders release, silence slices: breathe… now.
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during October 2010
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