We think that 
we know when 
all we can 
do is guess 
and then we 
punish ourselves for 
getting it wrong 
what if forgiveness 
started long before 
taking a whack
at things uncertain 
and that right 
is frequently wrong 

I’m happy 
despite others
and not 
because of
them and 
that little 
awareness has 
made all 
the difference 

Glue tape 
and rags
maybe rubber
all meant
to patch
but none 
ever stays 
for what 
finds freedom 
can never 
be held 
back again 

No more mystery 
any more than 
snow or rain 
that comes from 
clouds just a 
tiny round about 
circle and circle 
until one goes 
one way and 
the other another 
the entrance becomes 
an exit and 
the exit entrance 
so it goes 
like little marbles 
this quiet game 

To get 
is to
give first 
abundance works 
on the 
principle of
making room 
for things 
to go 
so that 
things come