A short way into the journey we forget
who we are, where we came from
where we are headed
acting as though
we know
Remembering is both familiar and surprising
each return tinged by a sense of déjà vu
it was here we sprang from
without a past or future
just now
drinking from a well in the desert
a spring of living water in wilderness
swimming far from oceans in a living sea
one and many delighting in this body
grateful
grateful
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