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I am, and that is all I know at times,My being shaped by forces known and not.But whereas words are made to bend to rhymes,My feet are bound to steps that I have wrought.I feel myself expanding into thisBeautiful niche I could not see beforeBut I always sensed-and now I cannot missMyself: I am unlimited and moreIs opening to me, the more I open To this sweet fear, like falling from a cloud,My heart’s inertia clear and calm, unspokenBut heard. It says to me: “You are allowed.”And I am free at last to feel this wayTo take this step: to wonder, love and stray.
