Apr 4, 2016

Spring seedlings

I am trying to remain

  Open.

A spacious word.

That Great Big
O
which contains
Everything.

Within this
O
everything
is allowed

Space

and

Breath

and

Life

and

Existence.

Even the
terrible
horrible things
and

The Things We Do Not Like.

It's the one that hides in Love
cushioned deceivingly
between the softness of the consonants.

We forget
 it holds the wOrd from
collapsing in on
itself.

If we wrote

lOve

maybe we'd remember how
sublime
it really is.

It's the same one that hides inside our 

sOul.

The one that that holds the 
wOrld 
from
collapsing in on
itself.




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