Something presents itself to us…
We receive it
and filter it
mostly through our past
And circle around our wagons
until it fits
our worldly view
Continuing this path
We spiral ever outward until
we have created
the galaxy
that is the sum
expression of our life
But what if we allow
fractures and fissures
to form in our approach?
Linear momentum
seems to cease
And the unknowable
beckons us to come
and lay down our arms
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