[[Here]] is the soft [[song]]
of those far forests you walked
last [[night]], harmony
heard in the deep ear
where no hunter has ever been,
just prey
with the presence of mind
to seek protection
and ask permission
for their flight to safety.

So [[be]] a bird, beloved.
It's [[not]] so hard, after all.

Tether yourself to this [[moment]],
to what is really happening,
and see how your containment
is just another kind of carrier
to what is
beyond happening.

Hover over now's knife edge,
your [[heart]] humming
with the honey guide:
hear in the soft song
her gift of being.


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