gate

I can feel the weight of the collective sadness of the world...curse or gift?

That weight lifts...for the grief runs as deep as the joy can climb...joy found in small places...away from you...away from me...away from the expressed energies of others and into the hills...

So let us retreat and feel no guilt for it is in living in joy that others may be free...

So let it be simple...step in for a while and breathe...retreat for a while and breathe...step in...step out...step in...check out...

So let me not feel guilt in my joy...joy in small places...scream joy in silence...warm, cool silence as the gate swings open and I walk through...