Oh withering self
Set forth to reconcile and find peace in the season of letting go
Oh striving orchestrating waiting self
Slow your hand wringing–stop the waiting
Oh shrewd and rigid memory
Break an old branch for the fire
A fist opens and a heart loosens
They spread like the lotus flower
Stop the caring
Stop the magical thinking
Stop the toilsome weaving
Stop the radar
Stop the assimilation-comparison project
Stop loving an idol
Stop believing an old lie
Stop believing in the costly forgery of love
Death
Slow stretch of the spirit
Death
Accept the frostbitten truth of it
Death
Die daily and reconcile to be rebirthed over and over into the thaw of new grace

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