Arriving here
It is clear
It is not of me
nor for me
Time balances me
but is not with me
Moments that whisper
Others' names and invoke my body to move
and to serve
The valley is covered with
worn out stones
and stones recently released
from their mothers' form
I am at release and ragged
Tumbling with clearance
Churning within motionless action
in service prescribed
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