In The Still Of The Night

My heart reaches in the moment for the moment

Will it be what I want? Will I know it when I see it?

Will I slip away on the back of the deer, the pony, the wind sending us

on an eternal midnight’s investigation, a never-ending story

will I know delight? will I know the solace and support I have always sought

I can look down on the world just as it is

just as I am and know that in my heart the world turns with a grace if I am willing to fall with it, if I am willing to count myself among the holy, the gentle, the humble

then can I feel myself in my house in myself, connected and ridiculously present in the moment of understanding that it is only when I am separate that fear closes my door and that when my heart is open I soar.

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