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TEA
Taken at the window while the rain decides / Every warmth starting here before going anywhere
RIVER
Running always toward the lower place is not weakness, it is wisdom / In motion, the river finds what standing water cannot reach
TEA
Twice brewed because it was forgotten / Every cup a small reliable thing
SLEEP
Somewhere between awake and nowhere / Last thought always the most random
CARE
Carried forward past the point of comfort / A love that does not ask what it will cost
CALM
Center found beneath the day's commotion / A soft returning to yourself again
CLIFF
Cold and standing above the turning sea / Lined with the nests of birds I cannot name
ACHE
An ache is how the body argues for what the mind denies / Carrying something long enough makes the weight feel like the self
HOME
Here before anywhere else makes sense / One smell that you would know blindfolded anywhere
TOWN
Tuesday market in the main square / Old couple walking at their own pace
ROAD
Running away from the city for a Sunday / Outside the window everything is green finally
LUNCH
Looked forward to since half past ten / Under the tree when the weather allows
RAGE
Running past the point where calm was possible / A wall of heat across the chest and throat
LAMP
Lamp at its best when the afternoon is grey / A small commitment to continuing into the evening
FIRE
Feeding on what the forest left behind / Into the dark it throws its orange arms
FEAR
Familiar and yet always new, the dread / Even those who know it must step through
BRAVE
Before the act, the fear comes first / Rising through it is the only path
GUILT
Going back inside the moment to undo / Unable to revise what happened
LOST
Leaving the familiar is the price of finding anything new / Only when the map runs out does real exploring start
FEAR
Freezing at the edge of the unknown / Every shadow seems to breathe
VOICE
Vibration of the self into the world is not a luxury, it is a need / Opening your mouth and letting the inside out is terrifying and necessary
LAKE
Light pooling in the still green water / A mirror for the clouds and passing birds
CALL
Coming to yourself always happens when a true call reaches you / A vocation is a call that you will hear no matter how far you run
PRIDE
Pause before you name it, pride has many kinds of face / Real dignity does not require someone else to fall
LAKE
Light pooling in the still green water / A mirror for the clouds and passing birds
GRACE
Given even when it wasn't earned / Received without the understanding why
PEACE
Pulling inward to the wordless center / Each breath becoming simpler and more full
BRAVE
Bearing forward into the uncertain / Refusing to let fear have the last word
REED
Rising where the water meets the land / Every autumn bending lower with the seed
TRUST
Taking the first step into the unknown / Returning to the one who let you down
TRAIN
Tired and glad to sit and do nothing useful / Rumble under the feet and the passing dark
YEARN
Yearning doesn't know the art of letting go / Each night it wakes before the morning does
PINE
Particular smell of resin after rain / Its cones scattered on the needle floor
BEYOND
Beyond the edge of what you know begins the actual growth / Each time you pass what you believed was your limit, you are larger
HOME
Hallway mirror that shows the tired version / One window cracked all year for the sound
CHAIR
Comfortable in the way of long familiarity / Holds a throw blanket in every season
CLOUD
Casting slow shadows over the meadow / Lifting quietly above the mountain ridge
NEXT
No one knows exactly where the following moment leads / Each step forward is also a step away from something
PEACE
Pulling inward to the wordless center / Each breath becoming simpler and more full