I live by the light
I feel my place in the snow storm I feel deep space at night I thrive in conjunction with the true nature of these.
It is my place to fly in the breeze and when time comes, to lie with the leaves.
It's within my burdens to expand and contract like the seasons I follow.
Be steady my heart, for nothing stays the same nothing ever becomes a thing unto itself all things like the seasons change.
We are free from having to arrange we are free from a definite plan, with all of it's labors.
They say the universe is expanding but that suggests a thing with a beginning and an end.
Our light comes from our sun, like billions of other suns, held by the dark live space.
I live by our light that is held by the night . . . all of this lives in my heart….
David M 6/17/23
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