liquid pours along the edges
moving in from all directions
the center is lost; unbound
eyes seek the horizon
in an attempt to stabilize
spinning on a changing axis; unfound
futile attempts at bringing everything in
pulling towards the center
as if it could help bind one back together
at the point when all feels asunder; lost unto itself
the peace comes upon the ultimate surrender
stillness found within a moving point both ironic & iconic
a much needed cooling off
molds broken apart
a new form emerges
another smelting within the foundry
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”
― Rumi
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Unfiltered from the heart 
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