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Friday
Jul162010

The Source

                              for CS

It is so deep
we do not want
to go there, but
we must,
it is the root
of our life.
There is no name
for this longing,
the inexpressible
gesture of being,
the energy of certainty
becoming who we are,
not always easily,
yet steadily filling
our hearts with the means
to open. So accustomed
to covering, to wearing
the brave face, the smile,
we avoid the genuine,
unguarded response
of our true, most generous
worth: simply being.
We can give this.
We can turn into
ourselves and offer it up.
It is everything. It is why
we sometimes cry
when we are
truly known.

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