Meditation of Sorts

On the days the words don’t come
let’s use sounds as I’ve done here
or pair silence with stillness and
within this sacred space let only
one voice be unearthed: intuition.
How is it that what we cannot put
our finger against is always most
powerful, and asks us to consider
the times we did not seem to notice
the passing day but instead pushed
too hard in many uphill directions?


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