Day 487: Motion

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this holding
without being held
is like a subway basin
sans the train;

it’s a place
of destination,
going nowhere,

not at all.

 

it’s there,
in the midst of motion,
meaningless –

and the checking
of my purse
and of my phone
and of my lists
and of my weight –

that stillness gives its greatest gift:

 

stop the boat from rocking
and the seaman
brags a jig.

 

do you see?
do you see
what moves inside of me?

 

it was never the trains
nor the boats –
the vehicles of new arrival –
that brought me anywhere;

but the motion,
moving,
song and soul,
that brings the being
forth to bear.

∴

 

 

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