Illusions
Listening to a new sound now
not sure yet what it is
where its coming from
Again, the wind is blowing at my back
as it did once and it blew me to my lover
now it just has change in it
Years spent in a house, in a land
were tangible yet not really Me
I endured here.
I feel “possibility” knocking
newness can be scary
I attach to “things” to ground me
Goodbye to the nightlight in the bathroom
to those kitchen towels that He’s taking
to coffee at my desk with This view
Tomorrow, movers come and take it all away
the illusions of solidity are really fluidity
I will try to take note and remember it’s Me
that’s always there....
I’ll just be coming along
to see past the things in their new arrangement
and feel mySELF moving around and growing,
expanding
In a new land
with all new sounds
where the sun shines hotter and will warm my skin
I’ll wear sandals rather than fur boots
and maybe I will begin to thaw out inside
attached to less,
and where the air is once again familiar and clean
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