Between jobs, meals, and joy.
Between energy, projects or spring.
Between joining, outright loving, bliss.
That quiet strengthening time seems full.
Bringing wondering, fears and dark possibilities.
While awaiting flow of action, fresh liftoff.
Spiraling sensations merge with smoky whispers.
It pulls you down, doubts you, casts you off.
This is where tired meets worried.
Don't go there, says a friend. Don't take it on.
The bringer of highs brings lows too.
Fling away all hope of making this your show.
Can you feel the sweetness of that?
The release of all sense that the burden is yours.
You are not the author, the rainmaker, the creator.
Don't expect the wind to stop blowing.
Don't try to solve the problem of abandonment
by creating new dramas,
and assigning your demons to someone else.
Sit outside and let the sun shine on your skin.
Call a friend and talk for hours.
Remember the Love that brought you this far,
is still breathing you.
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