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  • I can't say how many times it all seemed too much.
    Many. So many.

    I danced. I stumbled.
    I laughed. I fell.
    I lurched forward driven by passion's wild horses
    and careened backwards with each fresh blow.
    I knew the bravado arrogance brings as a dubious gift
    and the bitter taste of humble pie.
    I was suddenly brilliant
    then, just as fast, an idiot.

    Knocked to the dust.
    Again.

    Yet I arose.
    Each time, I arose.
    An outstretched hand, a familiar voice, inspiring words,
    internal GPS,
    whatever the source of the healing balm,
    I gratefully applied and repeated as necessary.

    I will remember this for next time I always thought,
    yet often forgot.
    A child in a maze, was it left or right?
    Haven't I been here before?

    So I sat down of my own volition to contemplate this
    and it was then I saw it.

    Just look. Then see. How can you have missed this?

    The maze itself is quite beautiful,
    exquisitely touching
    when seen from a surrendered perspective.

    The answers will have to wait.






    (photo credit: therese flanagan, flickr commons)
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