Wild

 Wild


Magic happens 

when we're busy making plans,

finding moments of grace 

in the silence 

between

one heartbeat and another, 

adventure found, 

not in seeking danger 

but in striving to be whole

peace created

not in the world

but deep within our soul

as we open the door

and swim on the breath of fate

an open heart

seeking love

a wild spirit finding life



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