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Last night, the poet did not have a legal way to drive or to remain on the land on which she has been parked ~ much less to take ownership of the tiny home which has been purchased for her.

This afternoon she can both drive her van legally and remain on the ranch ~ a way has even been found for her to receive the tiny home. (More on these in this evening’s post, “The Haps.”)

The difference?

Only one.

Despite all the squeaks, chirps, thumps, freaked out roosters, unspoken threats and dying chickens happening around her van in the wee hours:

Meditation.

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Recorded Reading (0:31): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/6diqfctbge81dlxq5qsg5/Breathe.mp3?rlkey=foincpch8jx0pqs4dqgopqm8j&dl=0

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Breathe

Are you hurtful
Are you sad
Are you anxious
Are you mad?

Do you wish
People would
Drop the bad
Be the good?

Do you feel
That you might
Never ever
Get it right?

Want to win?
Then begin

Draw it in

Now

Breathe

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This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

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