in the ivory curtain, a fabric-like sky,
hides 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…
(Orig. posted in 2016.)
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