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Feb 2021
I used to follow my mind
Until I discovered it had no clue
Where to find it
Or what to do, if it did
My heart holds this riddle
I take his hand
Our travels are now within
Within me
He knows where to find it
He knows where to search
What I must do

Our path is inward
I follow blindly
Slowly at first with a firm grip
But as my faith quickens
So does my pace
I begin to loosen my grip
My walk becomes a run
The run a leap
The leap a fall
I let go

I’m falling
Falling into me
Helplessly falling
Endlessly falling
Disappearing now
Into love
I find and am found
Written by
Troy Wylie-Hill  50/M/Amsterdam
(50/M/Amsterdam)   
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