Monday, August 28, 2017

So Close


It's right there, so close you can taste it, so close it could taste you if it were in a biting mood. All you have do is the thing you can't quite muster the courage to do because you have not yet fully seen what is possible. That is your work now. Imagine what might be so fully that it becomes what you do, the base of your being. You have to see around the edges of what you know, habits that hold you back, the defaults of familiar, though. That's where your feet have learned to step. You will have to teach them to dance now that you listen to the moon, no longer fear the light. Step to. Fill up. Lean in. Pucker pooty. 

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