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 …