The holidays…
That spill & wash
of extremes –
everything &
nothing,
chaos &
silence,
crowds &
isolation,
bright light &
healing dark…
The holidays –
that span of time
that left me
on the far shore
of Self,
breathless,
disoriented,
& stumbling –
have past,
& I have again,
at last regained
the holiness
of my
own
steps.
— C.Birde, 1/23
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