Living in intricacy

Chaos or control

Longing or loosing

Heart and soul

Confusing or choosing

Flatness or madness

Selections or rejections

Tears of laughter and sadness

Being pulled in multiple directions

 

Breathing breathing

Releasing and believing

That we contain multitudes

All our moods and inner interludes

That parts of us are finite

That parts of us are infinite

Sometimes distant sometimes intimate

Day by night

 

Sunshine and moonlight

Do you think you might

Do you think you would

Do you think you could or should

 

choose simplicity

or

live in the intricacy?

 

– The Moment

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