DAY 10… NaPoWriMo.
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There is no mistaking the way energy radiates
from everything and everyone laying trails
of Spike and tidal wave, of sooth, and grace.
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There is no telling how your vulnerable self
will make guard or open to the incoming
and how the ripples of other, quakes your sea
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There is no saying when the roll of it might hit
lay you flat to a false wall left standing
or give rise to the pull and want of more
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There is no knowing except in that intuitive sense
when that cone of protection imagined
holds you sealed, contained from the distraction
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There is little wonder how we make it through
a day, an hour, the occasional minute
with so much seething vibration around us.
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All of us here in the flurry and chaos
All of us here in the gentle and peaceful
All of us here getting by, wondering why
Dissolving in the bombardment of the endless
dynamic of energy, ever present, ever Being
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There is no escaping It
We are It.
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