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We Are Suspended In Transit

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  We are in Transit Poem: We step forward. Each step stirs dust into the air. The dry, shifting evening air. The sun is neither fully risen nor a witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and just. At this hour. And yet shared. This is where time unravels. Where place dissolves and where movement lingers without. No words, no destination. This is the place. This is the sacred space. Each step cannot ignore faith. Where time unravels. Where movement lingers without end. A witness, a silent guardian. Beginnings and endings. Both here in the distance. The burden we carry is more than we thought. It is more than it is more than distance. It's the stories waiting to be uncovered. And the bond we strengthen along the way. Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope, the hope of arrival, leads us forward. At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found. We walk in the in-between. Each step whispers. Here we are. Here we are in the middle, in the middle and transit

Photo Bali Pebble Path





Hopelessly romantic and divine
Whether in love or in a state of depression
Throw yourself down to where you can ground in life
Involve your mind in the space where your body manipulates

Forget opposing political parties
Violent outbreaks that exist
Without your knowing
Your reckoning
Your hopeless influence

The rage that burns
The want to threaten
The regret of in action
Your tomb can wait for you

Pick up a stone
Touch it
Reflect on it
Touch the water and watch it transform
Sit down
And consider

Catch a glimpse of a vagrant breeze
Become part of its legacy of being





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