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Grace

Grace arrives,

With Divine wrappings,

From an unimaginable place,

Where the jesters of synchronicity play.

Delivering a chance meeting.

Joy without a reason,

Unexpected wondrous gifts arrive,

After aloneness in the empty well,

After years In the lone desert.

Then the whisper,

A thousand dazzling butterflies,

Flutter into my heart…

 

 

Grace,

Moving without resistance,

Existing as it is.

 

Grace,

Arriving at my door without calling,

Nothing to earn,

Nothing to struggle for,

Nothing to try to give,

No lessons to learn,

No karmic bonds to release,

Grace,

 

The juice of bursting succulent star fruits,

Overflowing with ripeness,

In my mouth,

Grace,

Flamboyant woman,

Dancing without the need,

For validation,

Grace,

Always tender,

Receiving the sweetness of life,

Grace,

Answers,

To no one,

Grace,

The Fluid connection of all that is,

Spontaneously opening,

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