I wonder about this mesmerizing magnetic pull, desire to do, have, be, never enough, need; the intoxicating spell of success just out of grasp; separation sensation in my DNA. Before I can find what I'm searching for I have to find myself,

uncover the essence
beneath approval, who
am I, beloved, you

will find when you release, the power of love transcends space and time, connections here, now. Perhaps you're looking in the wrong place; perhaps the breath knows. To be.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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