Full Moon  October 7, 2025

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When we experience pain for the world, the world is feeling through us. This is the central insight of the work: if feelings flow into us from the world, they can also flow back out again—they don’t have to get stuck in us.

—Joanna Macy

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Fog falling roof, on leaves, predawn blue quiet

after recycling truck serenades slick hill block

I breathe consonants, sibilance to describe myself to you

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O world of lefthand calligraphy & luminous water

to descend into myself with you surrounding

means receiving my breath as close can hope

gently just so—holding the real of it

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(in this moment, together-alone)

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O fullness beyond my capacity

release me into you

that we may take pain & send light

waking again, looking out

our courageous wind before ourself the sun