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"I don't see myself..." he began.
     That's quite OK.
You can feeeel yourself.
We can see you.
We do see you.
(and we are trying to feel you.)

Let us in?

"...making it through the next few days..."
he continued.
     That's quite OK.
There is nothing to make it through.
Time doesn't have a vessel,
you aren't a vessel
hurtling along, bumpily
racing along, perhaps lost:
pinballing are caroming along,
ploughing, skiing, skittering,
piloting, surfing, mucking,
hopping, dithering, meandering.
No!

Time washes over the ever-present
present.
A tide, or swath of sun
rolling over the shaded meadow.
Time comes to the immovable,
the unchanging.  To know this,
locate your heart.  Your Spirit.
To do this, seek another, serve another,
open, offer, extend, comprehend.
Touch, Listen, Grieve Unalone.
Smile.

"...without inflicting grievous bodily harm on someone,
much less the next four years." he ended.
     That's quite OK.
You're quite OK.
Today, though
you're losing sight of
how you deeply are
and you are...
quite OK.

Turn, perhaps instead
to Beauty.
Seek Awe.
Revel in some Ridiculous.
The prickly-sharps you feel now,
are real, are true.
but feel, you're you.
Not them.

Let's them, too
be washed off,
be abraded,
let the Tides of Time
wash clean the
needly pokey stuff
let the Tides of Time
polish the youYou.

Let us help, too.
you ARE felt.
you ARE seen.

you are not OK.
You are OK.



-ShhDragon

(for Joe Turecek.)

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