what is it today,
Can it be night,
the darkness
Which only when
encountered
Lets us know light.
Or is it play,
how to open
Ourselves from
the weight of
Seriousness in
order to know
How to let go.
Or maybe it's
day, the day
Hoped for where
we meet again,
The day of longing
forgotten because
It has come at last.
Or waiting, always
nagging our feet
From the time we
are born, to wait
For food, care, change
and to know we are
Loved beyond all measure.
Or maybe its mystery,
the unfolding of
Thoughts, or sitting
in the dappled
Light of trying to
understand yet
Never quite, yet beauty.
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