Dialogues

Sunday morning, I found myself stuck so badly it hurt…

I felt adrift to nowhere in particular,

and even the Now Here felt like No where…

Nowhere.

Out of Nowhere

a song bird perched

upon my shoulder.

She whispered a cautious introduction

and engaged me with questions

that were also answers.

Inspiration.

To Inspire

Is to breathe in.

Sometimes

To breathe life back in.

Gratitude.

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