Snuggled deep in the white rabbit's fur
Making peace with shadows
on the cave
Expecting Troy from the unknown
Stopping toe from the waltz
Quiet flood
of the answered
Nowhere none, there
Sit here now
and the time melts
The unmarked
envelope
It is anything but little
even when the felt region
feels so small
holding such a capacity
Simply
flowing freely
bypassing all logic
welcoming
even when the hands are completely empty
Crossing
certainly
is like waking up
from the slumber
Teaching the truest, never frantically earned
it is only received
All of the infinite sky to trace
for every truth seeker
Souls have their own realities to chase
out there
in the wider
wilder
Earth grows flowers
in a billion different shapes and colors
And honeybee
will never, ever
run out
of beautiful petals
Let the bees fly out of the cave
to learn
How to be whole
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