There’s an eye
with voice that speaks
from the center of my being.
It is that rare place
from which the earth,
its inhabitants
makes sense to me.
With clarity,
I can (finally) see things.
From there,
I don’t see things
as they ultimately or finally are.
I see them as they are to me.
This place, within me,
to actually arrive there,
is like breathing fresh air
for the first time.
Each breath
has a sense of the next,
without a sense
that it is one less,
one closer,
to a limited set of breaths.
Maybe you know
the place I speak of
because you have such a place
within you.
Maybe, you (can) relate.
If so, I invite you there.
Join me.
Perhaps,
in this polluted sea
of algorithmic (mis)information,
heartfelt (self) deceptions,
deep fakes, and
self-inflicted crisis...
we can find the space
between which
truth is shared and
connections can be
(really) made.
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