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Day 63

Sunday

Some days are lonely.
Some days you are alone.
But some days you don’t notice the space surrounding the solitary “I”
Some days you are the only one floating in the pool.
Some days you are the only one on the bench reading.
Some days you are the only one walking the Rose Garden.
Some days you are the only one on the terrace watching the sunset.
Some days you flow through life, through the spaces and places of life, embodiment is forgotten.
Some days you slip out of the “I”
Some days you leave behind the crutches

And on those days without form, without structure, without support from the ‘you’ or the world or crutches…you fly.

Freedom is found in the breath, finally free of its burden.