Friday - Way

Sometimes it is the simplest words that are the hardest 

when you stare at 'that' trying to figure out if

it's always been spelled that way and when did you realize

it has 'hat' in it? Mostly these days it's the meanings

the meanings hitting you in the face totally obscured

what does it mean to trust? to love? to hold? to miss?

to hold something when the nuclei of your atoms 

and the atoms of its substance never meet and yet

you know you can feel the shape of it, the feel of it against your arm

what does growing up do to us? Maturity? Knowledge? Age?

The long and winding road speaks volumes in its name

I seek a way to wisdom instead, alas a chore

Definition is too brutish for such elegance, away

away with words layered upon each other!

sink into the wisdom of this moment 

sink into the feeling of connection

sink into the colors of creation

sink into the silence of salvation

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