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TENSION OF PRESENCE


 A human being is content searching for form. 

My spirit flows away from me,

reaching back to this Earth,

returns to me anew,

a force of Becoming.


I am a river that ebbs and flows.

ME crashing into NOT-ME,

just as this world is eternally unrestful,

always at war with itself.


Constant movement presses us toward the present;

we are carried onward, but we may clutch about in fright,

lurching forward or retreating into memory.


These are the integrations of a tumultuous mind: thinking that it is, 

needing to be, yet becoming something unfamiliar.


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