Ah, the sun shines on
just one spontaneous essence
over under inside everything.
We whirl absurdly on the wide
railroad earth tethered to our instincts
and a thousand transcendental tricks.
Inspite of this
it all seems strangely natural and messy.
I just love that.
Grace is important here
in the exquisite pain
of the aching restless road.
The story never ends
when there’s a chance
to sustain the soul, choose Yes.
The way the meaning shifts as things
fall apart.
I just love that.
even in the hungry flesh
always sacred preciousness
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