When we are fixed
In place
Without a trace

Of imagination
or contemplation

The consideration
Of more
Isn’t something
We really explore

Rigid and timid

Become more
Than happenstance
As we close ourselves
To the very truth

Of our existence

Which is more
Than we can possible implore
Ourselves to know, yet

When we are flexible
And bendable
Like a green sapling

We let go of our grappling
For more,
As we begin to explore
The more we implore

Ourselves to know,

Which is a becoming
Of something already there,
Done without any fanfare

Only our Source of prayer
As we become
That which
We’ve always already known

An uncovering
Of Truth, and

A sublime recovering
Of that which
We’ve always been becoming

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