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When we stop caring about who's right
We find enough heart to see
What's right about what's wrong
Settling into the evernew familiarity
Of incarnation's perpetually perishing show
And the daily grind's sudden little treasures
More comfortable now with the uncomfortable
Including the fear of being so close
That even a small unkindness
Stabs, smacks, cuts to the bone
But do not our wounds
When held with awakened care and feel
Plunge us naked into the ever Real?
So let's include all of it in our embrace
Every pain and joy, every up and down
Every bit of sun and rain, every loss and gain
So short this time to be together
Yet time enough to reenter the timeless
The day's task call and pull and drag
Summer floats by the window like an escaped dream
While we make shopping lists and forget to breathe
Not everything's out on the dancefloor
Wallflowers suddenly in bloom
So much space here
Where love cradles fear
-Robert Augustus Masters
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