and let Joy
be known again
silence
where once my story held sway
without guilt
the better way is clear
the opening
is held up
held out
glowing
for you
everywhere
the green of grass
the blue of sky
without any guilt
shines
toward you
fills you up
rushes in to meet you
the freshness is yours
the open blueness
the space
extending out so freely
and flexible
forever
swooping, gliding, floating
transported
the swirling skirt
arcing from pleat to pleat
then softening
into nothing at all
perhaps a whisper
perhaps a breath
perhaps a wing
or the buzzing of many tiny vibrations
happiness
flying shooting blessing every possible
pathway
of thought
Reality
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