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What is it I seek, day after day, week after week, searching for space, presence and the grace to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference between hanging on and letting go, falling in and falling out, to be and not to be, what is me and not, what I want and what I’ve got, where I can and cannot, and the difference is my belief in what things mean, the hidden and the seen, how things feel, the real, the true, the distance, the you I thought I heard that day in that way where what I hear is not what you say, and so we drift across the rift and the expanse of happenstance and chance, and we dance and we lift ourselves up past the sadness and the mire, higher we rise past blue skies into outer space, searching for home and place, the unusual, the faint trace of childhood and the joy of simple things, laughter, chocolate, Saturday afternoons, full moons and sand dunes, beaches next to glass houses that shimmered at dawn, perched on the edge of a tomorrow that never came, because all things end, and there is no name that can explain the pain, or the grief, the memories and the belief we carry in our hearts in bodies that feel foreign as we age and outgrow what we love and what we know, so I hold on to what I let go, and fall past earth and sky, move past the how and the why, I live and I die, and try as I might, I’m a single example of the plight of the human in its race to be heard with all its might, 8 minutes away from the sun and its light, we ride moonbeams out of sight into the night, the universe is the string, and I am a kite.
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