How often have I longed for the encounter
With the human being inside of you.
On every occasion, I have found nothing
But a battery of tightly knotted nerves.
It recharges at night and discharges during the day.
I am waiting for Life to unplug the device,
And allow the emergence of Being,
To let the fog out and show you the Center
I am waiting for Life
Left on my own, there is nothing I can do.
©FJ Dec 2021
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