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Embracing the openess

I saw a guitarist on stage
strumming the chords of his instrument,
singing his song that is upbeat and nonchalant,
and with his music I found him embracing his openness.

The other day I walked across the street
and entered a painter's studio.
I saw the maestro at work, with his paintings
I found him embracing his openness.

A teacher with her teachings,
A businessman with his dealings,
A sculptor with her carvings,
With their living I found them embracing their openness.

You and I are no different,
We too are trying to find our openness,
the one that lets us make peace
with our deepest core and murkiest truths.

The openness is your true form,
its the reason you were put on earth,
to answer the question "Why are you here?"
some may embrace it with you and some may not,
it's cool either way as long as you follow your pole star.

One day out of closed openness,
and a few trickled drops of tears,
Intuitively I got a paper and a pencil,
wrote a word, then another, and another...

A word before I felt a knot in my stomach,
and a certain fear of unknown. But then
word by word it disappeared and suddenly
I found me embracing my openness.


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