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life is different now. Four years later,</p><p id="f6f4">I moved to a home on another mountain.</p><p id="e162">High in the trees.</p><p id="85ab">A very simple existence.</p><p id="61c5">I can breathe here, it is very quiet.</p><p id="c8b4">My soul screams with release and peace now,</p><p id="cd35">even as I process my life, mistakes, and joys.</p><p id="e62e">I look much younger than my physical being</p><p id="6cf7">and am surely much older in my soul.</p><p id="51c9">Lately, I am thinking it is difficult to process the wind alone.</p><p id="271a">So, I take it one moment at a time and listen.</p><p id="83f0">I cannot listen too hard though</p><p id="fa21">because then it will not come.</p><p id="8cd4">The Knowing I mean. The “He”.</p><p id="0041">I have to be quiet in my heart to feel the next step.</p><p id="ba14">It is an anxious/ somewhat annoying space.</p><p id="cb82">The Waiting. What is Next? Is there more I am to do?</p><p id="8a8c">I await the wind.</p><p id="fa5e">It is the “He” I am referring to.</p><p id="8b31">telepathic, soft yet fierce.</p><p id="de53">a knowing — simple yet hopeful.</p><p id="9260"><i>I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge)</i></p><div id="e591" class="link-block"> <a href="https://brooklynmuse.medium.com/membership">

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He was talking to me but…

I didn’t understand.

Healing Sage — © Brooklyn Muse

I think it was the wind

the “He” I am referring to.

telepathic, soft yet fierce.

a knowing — simple yet disturbing.

I knew my partner would die, I just didn’t understand.

Cancer took him dragging, screaming, horror.

Being a doctor I thought it would be different for him.

It was not. It was not different. Death was horror.

I had woken up with my partner at my side one evening,

and I just knew.

I think it was the wind

the “He” I am referring to.

telepathic, soft yet fierce.

a knowing — simple yet disturbing.

The diagnosis came much later,

it was a surprise. 18 months they said.

It was 22 months and 2 days, 10 hours- 7.5 minutes,

but who’s counting.

The wind breathes through me sometimes,

telepathic, soft yet fierce.

My life is different now. Four years later,

I moved to a home on another mountain.

High in the trees.

A very simple existence.

I can breathe here, it is very quiet.

My soul screams with release and peace now,

even as I process my life, mistakes, and joys.

I look much younger than my physical being

and am surely much older in my soul.

Lately, I am thinking it is difficult to process the wind alone.

So, I take it one moment at a time and listen.

I cannot listen too hard though

because then it will not come.

The Knowing I mean. The “He”.

I have to be quiet in my heart to feel the next step.

It is an anxious/ somewhat annoying space.

The Waiting. What is Next? Is there more I am to do?

I await the wind.

It is the “He” I am referring to.

telepathic, soft yet fierce.

a knowing — simple yet hopeful.

I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge)

If you choose to you may — Buy me a coffee?

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