Hanging on for dear life

We tend to forget
how porous
these boundaries are --
you know the ones:
the shiny ones,
that keep us from taking the leap
into the freezing
sea of becoming.
Amazing,
isn't it,
that we can see the other side
yet be prevented
from falling off the edge.
This boat is in motion.
The sea is receding fast,
and a new shore is approaching.
Hold on,
trust,
feel the wind in your hair
and know
that I Am.


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