in the ivory
curtain, a fabric-like sky,
hide mauve,
lavender, gold
barely
perceptible
yet palpable
gifts
leaves shelter
the foreground
twist, rock,
shiver
as the whisper
of air
chants in each
ear:
breathe.
be.
abide.
love…fearlessly.
the haven is not
in figuring it out, pretending there is a schedule-able outcome, tidying up the
tasks, parsing out emotions.
the haven is in seeing clearly, however glaringly
sharp, the stillness at the center…
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