Clinging, we suffer.
Letting go, we become
flowers rooted in earth,
following the sun.

Rivers edging banks
carry water from far.
Water enters oceans,
mixes with the deep.

Run everywhere
from rain falling
on roof tops,
watering gardens.

What life we live
outguessing danger,
yet standing in the middle,
steady inside.

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2 Responses to Center

  1. smilecalm says:

    a wonderful place
    in need
    of nothing else 🙂


  2. Tom says:

    No wanting,
    just being!


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