A poem about the world

This world can be small — as small as we make it. Our lives can be pulled into a tight orbit, preventing the views adjacent to us from revealing themselves. It’s easy to find a story to explain this — to blame one thing or another. From upbringing to temperament to systems to culture. The true story likely lies within the relationships between these (and more). A intertwined complexity that creates and image that binds us to the things we believe to be true. That we believe to be ourselves. But the invitation is aways present — to feel our way into what is right beside us. A constant companion. Take a breath and reach for it — even if it can’t (yet) be seen.

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