However you’re holding
whatever that is
as it appears to be.
Your presence pertains to it.
Your self-conscious records it,
all of it
into a subjective record.
The story, as it is unfolding,
has copy in the mind.
Positions of defense
are always forming.
Stress has your true identity
cleverly withheld.
Your being is compressed
and yet compelled.
All of experience
has these hidden labors.
This journey, as yours,
has a life of its own.
And well,
we all share in that,
however you’re holding . . .
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