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how fragile
this knowing
of all I have searched
in shadows
(beyond where shadows are kept)
and dared flying closer
(lord knows I tried)
to leave without leaving
the essence of none
as touch
(still allowing)
of heaven’s
release
a soft sweet
surrender
as one with the breeze
moves on the light
(is a song)
thru the trees –
willing to wonder
of all I endear
a moment
and I am returned
(unforsaken)
as love in becoming –
flight
without fear
of another beginning
a fortune untold
asleep with my hands
(at work) in my
soul
. . .
tornadoday 
I wish we lived closer so I can hold your hand and have you share with me these words in person. I wish you a beautiful day. It’s winter wonderland here in the mountains. Take care of you. Beautiful poetry! Touched me to the core.
That would be so lovely, Millie………… I imagine us sitting down for morning coffee and suddenly realizing it was getting dark………..
Oh absolutely.
I was just thinking about the exquisite pain of self-awareness, how some carry the burden with a smile while others can’t bear it a minute longer: these tortured souls seem to be the most intelligent, gifted ones among us…then your post came in…exquisite! bob
Thank you, Bob. I dare to believe that self-awareness is not painful at all………but as simple as falling. The fear we allow before is bested by a moment when we realize all we’ve missed, how close we are to soaring………….