a flight, a feeling

To enjoy a joy unfolding 
and shed the analytical holding
that binds our minds to pattern-seeking
and making meanings of
smoothed and sparkling stones.

To be elated by the moment,
without the beckon
of becoming someone
on the horizon,
a vision as opaque and hazy
as window grit, denies
the luscious warmth of clarity.

Flow into being.

Keep in touch.

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