It catches my attention when someone
asks me to be a forest "where mud and leaves,
shadows and light, growth and decay" all belong.
It catches my attention when someone asks me to be "an ocean,
where even great storms don't trouble the depths."
These are notable thoughts and
I absorb them with appreciation.
Aren't we all coming apart?
Isn't it marvelous in a mysterious kind of way?
To recognize that's really ok?
Namaste'
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