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there is an Intelligence

that knows unto itself,

that is unto itself,

that does unto itself.

and for that,

we are most ignorant

because we intellectualize

that it is us

who are most intelligent.

:::

i surrendered;

i quietly accepted

all that is, all that was,

and all that could be.

it was in this moment

of defeat

that my heart chose not to run

but to dance in the rain.

:::

it was not the slinking state of suffering

that willed the forceps of compassion

to bring the worm

to the comfort of the cool mud

away from the blistering sun-beaten gravel road.

it was the understanding of thirst,

hydration's dry tongue

reaching for the hope to be Here---

to be well---

to be living for another dawn.

it was not an act of heroism.

it was an act of shared commonality.