Make friends with what’s inside you.
The delight with this juicy
orange and the way
its sweetness wanders
down your chin.
This savoring of friendships, old,
new and in-between, rich conversation
blossoming on a coffeehouse deck.
That longing for first hand
knowledge with what some call the divine,
others the inexplicable-mysterious-
beautiful mundane.
Those huge wind turbines
peppered along a desert highway,
rotating behemoths gathering
boatloads of air while scraping
endless sky.
The younger elements within you,
sometimes wobbly, unsure
if they’re up to the task at hand.
These angers, those sorrows,
happy surprises, celebrations,
let-downs and griefs, jumping
off roofs and all kinds
of mischief, this smiling inside
where a hidden cellist
plucks his beautiful strings
and music is king.
Dreaming, the kind that happens
in night's half-buried middle
and usually dissolves
like smoke upon waking.
Yes. Make friends with it all.
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