Who can we be?
What is separate need not be,
For the Divine is personal.
There’s enough love, and enough room
For all of it. A falling away
Of illusions because there’s no going back.
With profound creativity, we palpably,
Steadfastly, safely, prepare for transition
To another life, another work, gestating.
Who can we be if I let go
Of what I think we should be?*
Who can I be if I let go
Of what I think I should be?
* A question of Chris Corrigan’s that has been alive in me for a while…
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This poem is a harvest from this afternoon’s checkin with my Integral City colleagues.