I could think without manipulating my thoughts
and just let them tell me why they have come to me?
I could let my feelings express themselves freely
without trying to attach them to something else?
my wishes were not embedded in the future
but kept me focused on what’s happening right now?
I could listen as I imagine a poet
listens to the sounds of nature surrounding her?
I could see things as I imagine an artist
looks at something that has captured his attention?
I could touch things as I imagine someone does
who isn’t afraid of belonging everywhere?
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