sometimes only
when we have fallen
are we free
our final choice
to let go
riding a lonely wind or
clattering like young
girls' roller skates
or plummeting like
cherty leaves after
release we have
no more choices
but wait
to be worn
into nothing
and thereby
become everything
because we chose
to fall
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Well, you might know I would stumble on words that would help me understand why I cry or why we cry. Will you keep writing if I keep reading and/or commenting? Of course I might question too,but mostly just enjoy the images and thought shared with another UU. Ruth
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