A haiku:
Your liberation
Is my liberation too
In this world, always
Is my liberation too
In this world, always
And a gratitude:
In this approaching American season of gratitude I am grateful for the cultural flowering that has returned to my daily life. For the first time in perhaps 7-8 years I am creating my own poetry, art and prose so often now that it just arises of its own accord. It's been bottled up for a long time. In thinking about the future I am starting with the dream rather than the compromise. Reaching for what my soul yearns for. Someone described it to me as "coming home to yourself." It feels so familiar and yet so new.
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