who would i be without judgement?
free
wings spread
lifted
carried
by inspiration
breath
fed
from within
mirrar...miraculous...to see
to feel
weightless
a flower blooming on the sofa
right on time
not earlier than others
nor later than anyone else
no comparison at all
allowing the waves
to carry me
to rest
crest and fall
like each breath
allowing the rhythm to be
relaxed into what is
night and day
up and down
fast and slow
empty into full
active until resting
so the wheel
at the top
now under
it is
all perfect
all the same
the snail
the racehorse
the pace isn't made by me
the sun's light never dies
even darkness is just a shadow....a sign
of light
there are no shadows in absolute darkness
without judgment
i enjoy the shade
it's cool green moisture
the ferns and the moss grow here
it's kind
when i don't run away...
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