my hammer, my nails
what good are they now
the whole roof collapsed
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doe in the meadow
my thoughts in the meadow
one of these is quiet
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so much to learn
about
not knowing
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not by the shoulders
but by the soul
life shakes me
****
hands bloody
tearing down a wall
that isn’t even there
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doe in the meadow
my thoughts in the meadow
one of these is quiet
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at the same time
the tree grows
toward darkness, toward light
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so open my hands
not holding
my hammer, my nails
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surrounded by rubble
still I beg Love, keep having
your way with me