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Jul 2020
I am still the fly
picking at that old dung heap
though I see the pulsating light
beyond the wings of the moth

do I need permission
to take to the light?
only from myself
and I am yet the fly

though someday
I will be the light
inspired by Mooji's pointings
Billie Marie
Written by
Billie Marie  49/F/Ocate, NM USA
(49/F/Ocate, NM USA)   
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