Softly

I step softly into the water and notice.
And the water notices me.
I listen softly the sound of the tide and hear.
And the tide hears me.
I follow softly the light in the water and see.
And the light sees me.
I feel softly into the magic of the sun and experience.
And the sun experiences me.
I stand softly and allow.
And allowance stands in me.
I think softly about what I don’t know.
And what I don’t know thinks of me.
Softly.
Softly.
Softly.
Because forcing will never do. And can only undo.
Softly.
Softly.
Softly.
Because if I chase or name or try to hold onto the sparkles they will disappear.
So softly.
Softly.
Softly.
I let the sparkles find and name and hold on to me.


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