forever holding steady

This is not a season but a pause

between one future and another,

a day after a day,

a breathing space

before death, a breathing,

the rain throwing itself down

out of the bluegrey sky,

clear joy.

~Margaret Atwood

how many times have I been here?

inquiry for today~ it’s a greater mystery than we thought

we love to live

she once believed that the damage

to her mind and heart was permanent,

until she met wisdom, who taught her

that no pain or wound is eternal, that all

can be healed, and that love can grow

even in the toughest parts of her being

~yung pueblo

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