On Being

The verdant strands of silence

Woke me in the morning walking through the mist and the breeze

Outside the quiet lake of my spirit, I could hear the noise buzzing

But I ignored it

I got pretty good at ignoring it

Today I felt my being and simply sank into it

Blue on blue

Deeper shades pulling me in, pulling me down into the depth of the water where I could

Finally, finally breathe

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