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When I open my front door
dawn-gates open outward on hinges
of hope. All things possible
await me right outside my front door.
The closed door behind me
reminds me of where I just was
so safe, so mindlessly secure
so fearful of the light outside.
But when I am outside, I can listen
to the ticking clock of expectation
as Mother Nature measures out
what is reachable and possible.
Outside I can connect with my true
self and remember who I truly am
as I move forward, trusting
in the grace of the present moment.
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