MY TAKE
Nothing in itself is essential,
only the rhythmic balancing
of the inessentials,
dance of the divine,
intercentric communion,
song of easy laughter
when the pieces fail to fit.
Your long walk backwards
through the smeltery is over;
you’re in the clear now.
Do you dare, at last,
to live what you believe,
not what you were told
that you believe?
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