slipping between mind’s tectonic plates …

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serendipities, coincidences,
the utterly unexpected and uninvited,
the unintentional and unwilled

these are the hallmarks of life on the
Gracetrack

who doesn’t want the Gracious life?
who doesn’t hunger for the magical and synchronous?

(if you say “Not me”
I don’t believe you)

slipping between mind’s tectonic plates
resting as empty-fullness
it’s such a blessed relief to find
that the Gracetrack is exactly
this
unadorned, uninterrupted, story-free

N   O   W

~

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