The Holder of me

The outpouring of the inpouring...... The catching of a falling star...... For tastes of parts of moments....... I catch a wisp of the wonder........ And gaze at it in a jar....... The outside comes in as words........ The inside shines out as life........ Tenderness is its door........ Love that shines from behind....... Glimpse of the holder of all value And me .............................. Wrestling with the puzzle of me....... Blinds me from seeing the freedom that covers me....... Oh foolish me living in the confusion of searching while spinning around in an eddy of found....... The thief is always robbing me....... Discovering the me in me is a discovery of the he in me And the me in he....... Mystery and delight unfolds, back dropped

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