This narrow passage
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Remember to be gentle
Patient
It is February
You still live in the mystery
Winter’s deep
Let life surprise you…
when it’s ready
Rest your thinking brain
Let loose its reins
For wandering into
earth’s crevices
Amidst tendrils
of barely spring new
It is stark
Barren
Let yourself be cast
into the dark
The quiet cave
where your song
is the only company needed
We’re all just making it through
this narrow passage
Tend small things –
birds, houseplants, soul –
with tender care
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Written/recorded in the southern New Mexico desert