Bless’ed space and vivid color,

This dynamic terrain embraces me;

Lost in the feeling of being found —

Without distraction or anger —

Peace becomes permanent.

What, then, is the playful suffering that clings to bone and flesh?

It is at once prison and liberation.

Darkness that lights the Ground

Grows heavier; more painful —

And prayers of gratitude are uttered beneath my control.

The purest pressures wrapped

In temperatures that melt resistance;

This outside air lifts the layers of illness

And quenches desire with succor and ease.

Kissed by breath

That moves the sky;

Tasting the sight of rustling leaves —

There is nothing more to do.

Nothing to solve.

Only Grace to receive.

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