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I Inhale How It Is

In my experience, you said.

Oh that's what you saw.

 

I would never admit such thoughts.

How brave you are.

How well oriented.

Thoughts are not who we are, you say.

We breathe, easy with who we get to be;

appreciating non-brokeness.

 

You freely share how it's been.

I feel it too.

I get it.

 

Such relief ... to strictly have thoughts ...

So it suddenly occurs to you:

"But I don't know if I can really listen to him. I'm frustrated!

You want me to get what happened in his experience!?! I don't know."

[I can't hear! I can't hear!]

 

"Yep. You can't hear him yet, over the noise of your thoughts.

AND I thank your brain for its input!"

ha ha ha

I'm in love with us: you, laughing and free.

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Jun 25, 2012
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