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Deep Seated Self

I search for the Bounty
That would bring ease to my bones
Clarity to my eyes
Gracefulness to movement of hands and feet

I dug in breathing deeply
Counting my steps
Deeper, deeper I drove
I shed my skins,
layers and layers of fortified meaning
Defining myself by Doing
Intentions in direct action

The more I did, the greater the movement
The more I penetrated the hard casket
The membrane, the box
The closer I got to Purpose
To a Remembrance, to my own true potential

I could dream close to it
A distant dream over the hill
Around the next bend, beneath a pure sky

True Meaning
cascading from somewhere Unknown
Above it all
Every step worth the Effort
Every dream closer than the last

I settle in
surrounding myself with a body of Being.
A beautiful garden, a fertile ground
A community of Togetherness
Reaching with invisible fingers
for something quiet
Something close, something beyond words,
A Sound I could almost hear.

Joe Nelson Icet
November 26, 2003

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