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As I cross the threshold
Into the gray mist of searching
It occurs to me
My questions are more relevant
Than their answers
The why of their formation
Is often what drives me to seek
More so than what is sought

How Did I Learn

… love is best met fearlessly?
… I could write of tears without shame?
… Relationships are more us than self?

By doing them unconditionally,
Despite a broken heart
I have learned that
This is always our truth

Common Ground

The world does not come to me
Because I frighten it,
Or because it frightens me

The world does not come to me
While we flee from each other.
Standing still, paying attention

There we might come to understand.