Being as I am

Not a crime, but part of my female self–physical creation,
My own core, surviving.
A learned definition, but a new thing:
Green and unique.

In the heart, like music, I notice it,
almost subconsciously.
Now, a space filled and present.
Linger, watch, see. My time – quiet.

Love this person with less and more,
Pay attention.
I flow through space with ease,
Sometimes connected,
And trust the future will be rich and sweet.

Rushing

Realisation: I’m not going to make it, even if I fly
Undoing: the benefits of sleep slipping away
Sensation: hot, cross and dangerous
Hold on: this is not going to happen
I‘m not: I won’t do this to myself
No more: no more rushing
Going to: breath a new dimension, going to slow things right on d
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