Silas · Jan 5, 2012
BEcoming

sitting still long enough to be,
                                                one      of­ the hardest things to do for me.
i am lost when i start life    with     all the shoulda woulda couldas of my
                                                life,      ­because it shrouds my openness to this very moment.
i'm embracing my heart to be         free of the demons of my own making.
                                                whole  for the first time, I can't help erupting  with laughter at
the joy and sadness of it all.

 
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