Break Through

Yesterday has its regrets,

today brings its challenges,

tomorrow carries its fears.

We rise & review

what happened,

what we did

in the days gone by.

We descend & worry,

who knows what

the morrow has in store.

We walk & meet today's

troubles & frustrations

with tight muscles & hesitation


a break through

a break down

a break out--

like a gushing geyser,

a rushing waterfall,

droplets splashing everywhere

sparkling with freedom.

Seeing it all from a far, far distance--

these days are but a flash of light,

a beacon pointing

toward our ceaseless birth, death, & rebirth,

billions of us

ascending & descending, 

worrying & fearing

until we discover our freedom,

until we connect with our eternal vibrancy--

we are well,

we are cherished,

every day,

we are replenished.

◄ Cleaning House

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