PlanningA Poem by uofm20002000The ticking, the daily reminder, Grandeur and essence of escapelessness but she begs for it to subside. Just once. Up, cold, run run run. Rest. Up. She switched her identities unknowingling, or perhaps, Not. Having to put complete trust in something more profound. Up, cold, run hot run run. Rest. She often questions her dream, hope but has planted a seedling, waiting for it to bloom. Up, Up, rest, run run run rest. Letting go, holding on, taking risks. The phrase “no suffering, no growth” Can that evidence come to fruition? Oh yes, there it is, that ticking. The reminder. Up, Care. Stay. Open. Releasing the expected outcome. Rest.
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Added on October 29, 2012 Last Updated on October 29, 2012 Authoruofm20002000Fresno, CAAboutI am a counselor stepping outside my zone of comfort by posting some of thoughts on here. more..Writing
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