I cannot see the whole; I’m mired in
trivia, belief-relics of tortured child-
hood strategies that brought me here. I live
through miracles and loving words compiled
a true foundation upon which I glide.
Reactions or triggers, I relinquish
all, surrender to the light idyllic
excursion into joy. What is vanquished
is the judgment. I stand true alive and
loving in connected space, accepting
what emerges with new eyes, so I thrive
with shadowed pieces I’ve been rejecting.