The Only Possible Way

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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