I feel drained of all nervous passion
but not of calm graceful appreciation
whatever I fought against that was
so hard on the heart was nothing compared
to the terror of finding out
how sweet and easy letting go could be
emptied of all presuppositions
desolation turns to the path that leads
toward where I really must be
and the slowly stirring will
to go there...
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