A Place With No Name

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The word spirit moves me

Around worlds and back,

Tickles me in all the right places,

Takes me on a journey with

Fairies, fables and everything

I’m still training my heart to see.

 

But, that word, spirituality,

It does not roll off the tongue,

And causes no small confusion.

Is it spiritual to see forever

In a tide retreating to the horizon,

To want to sit under a tree

And learn its ancient wisdoms?

 

Do we need a name for the way

We edge forward step by step,

Trying as best we can to know

A love so vast and deep it makes

Flower buds swell and birds soar,

And brings together even the most

Disparate and lonely among us?

 

Take me on a path that has no name,

Teach me to sing from my belly

And to dance fierce and reckless,

Show me the space between two stars

And help me forget that I am striving,

And let us dip into the deepest waters,

And know beyond knowing that we live.

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