Ready
I reach out my hand
into the empty space
which fills our world,
and grab the truth.
While I breathe deeply
from the hollow place
where substance lies
for the seeker.
My body is tense
yet ready to flow,
my lungs completely full,
as I ready myself
for what may come,
with the knowledge
that I am whole.
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