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Thursday, June 9, 2016


I seek a
non-anxious presence
in an anxious world,
trying to remove
the trying, with
effortless effort.
I can read the
invisible ink.
Clearly, love and light
and good are real
in the world,
tangible enough
to do battle
with evil.
Like the ink,
but present
reaching inside,
warming and shaping,
even healing.
Anyone afraid
can doubt this.
It takes courage
to drop the safety
that we think
we created,
to put away
the armor
and become soft

and vulnerable.

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