Rippling, ripping past yarns,
Bubbling, blissful anger,
Bustling, breaking on my mind’s shore.
Needling my past to see my future,
Believing my beliefs hides new truth,
Understanding is limiting my experience.
Healing, nothing to do with fixing things,
Living, learning to dance with a broken leg,
Human being, exploding across the night sky of consciousness.
© David R. Durham
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