In hope that we might sleep

April 22, 2018

In times we cannot accept,

Minutes seem likes days.

No color, no taste…even love seems fake.

And then, we step with our left foot instead of our right.

We choose to embrace instead of pushing away.

The shoulders fall; we breathe again, as if for the first time.

Like hearing music for the first time, our whole body awakes.

And for a moment, if even just that one moment, we can rest again.

 

 

 

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