Curling up like a cat next to the fire place,
Closing eyes like kids hoping for magical christmases.
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Taking a break,
Letting go of any expecting
of me, of you, of anyone and anything.
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Allowing each to live a life
that means something
not to me
but to the person who has the life given,
No telling “he should”, “she wouldn’t”, “how could they”,
No nudging.
Simply investigating.
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No forced gratitudes,
Just acceptance.
No “I wish”es,
Only what is.
–
Letting magic in only if it’s there.
Releasing emotions when ready to dare.
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I am the dog, by the fire place sleeping,
I am the lucky man with a loved one, hugging,
I am the mom over the stove slaving,
I am the book, sitting in a nook, that you’re reading,
I am the homeless on the street corner shivering,
I am the breath that keeps circulating,
I am the seeker who keeps wandering,
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I am the mountains towering,
the rivers flowing,
the stars brightly shining,
the fresh snow falling.
I am the cheeks
that get wet when a child tears up,
then dimple when he smiles.
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I am the infinite wisdom that catches you as you fall,
when you doubt and wonder,
when you feel there’s no point at all.
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You are the me, the we, the totality.
If only you could see clearly.
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But tonight, there are no
“You should”s or “could”s,
no “I know better”s and “I have no clue”s.
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Just resting,
against the backdrop of a soft music
that plays faithfully:
the humming heartbeat and breath of
each and every
living being.
Yasemin Yamodo-Isler, 2018