burden's shroud the heart
or rage eclipses the sight
hemmed in on every side
no thought to seek
no movement to turn
simply listening
to the feelings
being still and listening
to the darkness and the tumult
that is there
being still
as the tumult quiets
the darkness thins
you will find
love winding
it's way
though the spaces
creating openings
to hear
the breath
of life
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