feeling and watching feeling
crickets chirp
tires on a gravel road
memories of the morning walk
each day
noticing
able
willing
to hold this space open
everything experienced tests the edges of who i think i am
any resistance is invited to soften into
this namelessness that embraces
everything
as itself.
what resists being loved
is gifted mercy.
the crickets pulse
spiderwebs catch the morning light
mercy breathes me into stillness
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