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With every breath there is a death.

Dying to the days highs and lows.

Releasing oneself from the mumbo jumbo

rumble in the noggin.

Every moment is a ripe opportunity to get low.

Humbled … by the miraculous,

or the immensity of love,

or the unconditional acceptance that life

offers to our

awkward trek that is oftentimes

a wreck – mess – we’ve made.

Striving for nothing.

Hiding from nothing.

The simplicity of not knowing …


A coffin for the ego …

Wings for innocent vulnerability.

… grace …