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Becoming
When we are fixed
In place
Without a trace
Of imagination
or contemplation
The consideration
Of more
Isn’t something
We really explore
Rigid and timid
Become more
Than happenstance
As we close ourselves
To the very truth
Of our existence
Which is more
Than we can possible implore
Ourselves to know, yet
When we are flexible
And bendable
Like a green sapling
We let go of our grappling
For more,
As we begin to explore
The more we implore
Ourselves to know,
Which is a becoming
Of something already there,
Done without any fanfare
Only our Source of prayer
As we become
That which
We’ve always already known