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Winds


by Darryl Price


There's so much to say, but none of it
hasn't been said. The only difference
is the distance between you and 
me. Your eyes and mine. Still, there's a place

without separation that beckons
a union past illusions and false
use of words. A center that holds all
the cards safely and carefully from

any cheating winds. There's so much to 
give, but it takes more than the desire 
to be heard and seen as fully present. 
It takes fearless intent in the 

face of absolute self enfacement.
There's so much being to be allowed 
in the brave moment, but what makes it 
truly worth the effort is the clarifying 

result of an honest 
conversation, held peacefully between 
awareness and acceptance. There's
so much to say, but all I have is 

this hope for a better way to reach 
out to you now. I don't want misunderstanding
waiting at the gate to
block our hands. No hidden glass knocking 

our birds out silly from the sky. There's 
so much to feel, in the deepest parts 
of ourselves, but we still need to be 
careful not to listen to doubt, the 

creeping fears that seep into the room 
from under the doorway, from those who
like to sow chaos in arrogant, 
jealous spells. Let us be the ones who 

never lose our wonder for all the 
simple things. The ones who remember 
to dance even though the storms are fierce 
and frightening, to always love back. 

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