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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