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The Life We Inhabit

Stand within yourself

and open your eyes to

state of landscape you inhabit.

look toward the windswept trees

of hurt,

bent over,

their canopies

hugging the ground

in protection.

look toward the familiar raging

rivers,

slicing through

any softness of earth.

look at the corse

and brittle flowers of hope

that open fearsomely

close the

earth, never blooming

too full,

never taking up

too much space,

never occupying

itself wholly.

look at the sunless sky of joy,

how it withholds its warmth

and allows patches of

ice to collect over any depth

of crevasse or creek.

how many times

have you fallen through

to that lifeless landscape,

fed yourself on its offerings

but always felt undernourished,

acclimatised to its harshness

but always felt a vagabond?

There is another landscape

within you,

but it takes a homecoming

a journey back to the

wildflowers and lush planes

from which you were first awakened.

Where love soaks

beds of blooming confidence.

Where winds don’t misshapen

but gently lift seeds

of creativity towards what will

cultivate most growth.

Where kindness cures the bittered wound.

Where your crevasses

are measurements of

d e p t h

and not indicators of faultlines,

and softness cushions

the soil beneath your feet

enabling you to walk

this long journey without

losing yourself to emotional wear.

There is another landscape to be inhabited

but it begins with knowing

that it’s ok

to let this one

g o.



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