what if we dared cut straight to the chase
and let life be our teacher?
life doesn't care for my preferences
there's no teacher like life to shred the beautiful veil
to the holy of holies
to what is real
to the only choice
to love.
thunder rolls through the heart
as a prelude for the deluge
of this gift.
mind grapples all the way
to its eventual surrender
and I am left
breathing
and grateful
without knowing why.
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