Come. Step with me into that inner room,
that quiet space, where to-do lists and time
are locked outside the door, and though they knock
incessantly, we let them be.
Unclip the sheets on which you've been projecting
a steady stream of images (past and future)
and let them fall in puddles to the floor.
Just breathe, and let the gap between
the out breath and the in lengthen, and fill
the air around you with the scent of love.
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