Saturday, September 8, 2012

Thanks to Rich Young

                                                       We look with uncertainty
Beyond the old choices for 
Clear-cut answers 
To a softer, more permeable aliveness
Which is every moment 
At the brink of death; 
For something new is being born in us 
If we but let it. 

We stand at a new doorway, 
Awaiting that which comes...
Daring to be human creatures. 
Vulnerable to the beauty of existence. 
Learning to love. 

                                                                    ~Anne Hillman

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