There is a luminous space
between hopeful and hopeless,
where hope still resides.
The place of stillness,
neither active or passive.
A place where we observe beyond,
gather and consolidate.
Where we let things come…and
go without expectations or anticipation.
A place where light and darkness do not matter;
their presence merely a balancing phenomenon.
Where our conscious mind does not dwell yet
our spirit is engaged.
Like the wind beneath our wings,
There, though the bird does not dwell
on its existence or lack of.
A place of allowing the natural replenishment to occur, and you
may call it healing.
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