Hovering
It is an interesting phenomena
this hovering
between past and future lives …
Knowing where I need to go,
want to go …
Yet uncertain,
In a sort of limbo state.
This hovering
between worlds …
rather like the hummingbird
hovers between spirit and matter
between air and food
between my senses and my heart.
As I love
As I love
As I love the hummingbird
in all its glory …
So I love my own
betwixt and between
this way and that
coming and going Self
In negotiation
with the whirling worlds.
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