July 26, 2015


sometimes i think that we are wisest
where we know the least
strongest when we sink in grief
or rise in joyous sparks
most able when we cease to try
and simply lie unresisting in the stream
of all that is, 
just sitting with it in the quiet dark 
where we hatch our souls.

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