i thou
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Infinite.
The number of people, places, things
or with which
I relate in a single day –
with
who
m
infinite.
Each a tiny oasis
or massive annexation
of energy, matter, space.
Each defined within its own spheres of reference, its own parameters, its own possibilities.
Each the possibility of something more for me, something better, something else—
the perfect vista, partner, scent, opportunity—
the chance to break free
of what is and fly into
what may be
if only I can work it right. Make it so.
Pause….
Launched into the abyss of my endless need,
this oasis of holy,
this sacred element,
this sacrament of space
is denied
its truth.
Pull it back. Haul it out. Do not let it fall into
my own greed and lust for more
but let it stand for the beauty that it is—
free of my demands,
my needs, my desires.
May I look and see
not it,
but something holier than I
might ever imagine
and so fall, once again, into love.
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