i’m walking
down the
sunshine
i hear
do not fall
into shadow;
water thyself.
flourishing
is
the
art of
emergence
i became with
beings
ideas
places
each one
leaving
a line
the lines
converge
and meet
at freedom
to feel
to want
to say
to give
to receive
to choose
to move
at its edge
the line
interpolates
toward
you
what
emerges
when
freedom
loves?
most
shun
fear
i don’t
albeit
i feel it
i heard once
fear
tells you
where you
aren’t yet
free
