These Days

These days, so often

I catch myself

in the world

but not of the world;

in the place of boundless possibility—

a liminal cloud of of unknowing—

in which the heart

is freed for her own choosing

circumscribed by nothing

save that in which her soul delights.

Expansive as the universe,

she radiates light.


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