I pour ideas into my heart
there they pulse
and move apart
I breath them out
pull others in
Your ideas
And mine
and her’s
and his
We seek them often
to free ourselves
from what we can’t believe simply is
and we mourn that we can’t capture the world
or even ourselves
Truth may be
but it has no cages
nor peace to offer
Yet on we pour
ideas into that breach
that is life
a crack in reality
this we are
a glimpse by creation
of maybe
something more
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He/him. Assistant Director of Admissions Operations at St. John's College. I write about religion, politics, and ethics on my blog. Husband. Dog dad. Slow but joyful runner. I read a lot, and I enjoy weird television, comics, anime, and rpgs. Cocktail aficionado. Recovering racist. Evolving human. Unitarian Universalist. Mediator, facilitator, community organizer, and organizational culture nerd.
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