January 11, 2015 ~ Poem

It is in faith that I fly, that live, I die.

life and death…what separates them?

what separates me from the infinite

Universe?

A Universe full of awesome, of everything, of nothing

All at once

A hurricane of formation

the Earth was swirled & twirled into being

like a Sufi poem

high on life

it is what we read that makes us

it is what we think that breaks us

it is what we see & hear that forms us

And it’s those that conform to us

That need care & compassion

not hardness & distance

but a beautiful smile

and a tender hug

was all that this child wanted

and…

so……

hard..

to come by

-Nancy Niklis, August, 2014

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