Choiceless

A mama can disappear herself
Become invisible
So the hands of Nature, of Grace
Work through her

Her milk is released
With the baby’s cry
And the dyad becomes one
To harmonize with life

Some nurses are like this
Ego and biases left at the door
While hands and heart
Warm for the tasks ahead

And artists step aside
For inspiration to enter them
To create something original
Arising from the ethers

Love does this
Removes the barriers
So the Awe of Life
Flows into our vessel

A society, a culture
That amplifies “me, me, me”
Creates an identity too solidified
For the cosmos to enter

And “me” will never know
The bliss
Of being purred by the cat
Or wagged by the dog’s tail

Or breathed by the wind
And tended by the garden
Or having nameless energies
Dance with one’s soul

Without the compulsion of choice
The eye sees millions of colors
More than the black and white
Of devil vs angel

True liberation, peace, freedom
Has no preference or judgment
Just the stepping aside
For Grace to enter…

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