Return to Sender

 

Where will I sit

without my

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of importance?

 

Unexpectedly

the room opens,

wide and deep.

Spacious.

 

Here I am.

Free.

And it’s

beautiful.

 

Strings loosen.

No love to earn.

Life opens.

I am available

to me.

 

Formulaic cacophony

dissolves,

revealing nothingness

and everything.

 

Puzzle pieces

form

a formless

puzzle.

 

 

I can’t prove my worth

and in that absence

I experience

indisputable

worthiness

 

 

The cicadas sing with me.

We dance, play, die.

We stretch, we become.

Another breath

weaving creation.

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