Instead, Abide

A poem on paying attention and following your own true path.

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Noodle with this:
What wants to move
through the pages of this one life?

Listen to voices that speak beyond lifetimes.
Bring forth what is in the dream.
Precisely when something makes little sense
is when to take heed.

Let the analytic mind relax,
no need to turn each conundrum
over and over in mind’s eye.

Instead, abide
with what wants to be planted
without holding tight.
Leave some things be.

Let life serve as a holy altar,
bowing down
and be heart and blood bound
to your one true path.

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