Looking, not up, but in

I'm tired of looking up at You:
it's making me dizzy,
tipsy;
the world is beginning to quake
beneath my feet,
and I need grounding.
So if you don't mind,
I think I'll seek You elsewhere,
somewhere closer to home;
somewhere deeper,
truer,
more tangible,
more Now.
All those lofty ambitions
were all very well
when I was trying to build a bridge
from here to there,
but now I think I'd rather spend my time
getting comfortable with Here,
with Now,
with looking -- not down -- but In.


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