all my ways,
ever before thee.
all my words,
told and heard
in the hidden heart and hallways of truth.

my breath a steady flow,
once rising now fills and holds, and
drips… drips… drips…. and suddenly
falls out, pouring itself empty just to be filled once again
by you.

eyes closed
yet, more open
than all the years of my life
combined and I see no end in sight, just the path and
the light.

I know who I am.

And this is enough; for
now I am well pleased.


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