Echoes of old memories
Conjured forth by the mind
— The most adept alchemist
Like the magic of some wicked sorcery
Suspends me in time;
For one fleeting moment
Takes me to that which will never come again
Holds me in space,
Like dust in the wind
— somewhere that I do not belong
— not anymore.
I struggle to escape from the web of
— Unspoken thoughts
— Unheard words
— Unfulfilled wishes
When my only solace is in surrender.
I take refuge in the radical acceptance
Of what I am and who I am;
And who I am now is enough.
It always was.
It always will be.
(But sometimes I need a gentle reminder.)”
– d.h.
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