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Let Your Path be Green Mountains and Owls

Day 30

Practice Writing

Let your path be a stretch of everything and nothing

Let your path be dancing, writing, smiling, crying, listening

let your path be the funky trumpet beat in this song

Let your path be this last piece of writing in a thirty turned 60 day practice

Let your path be scurrying black ants coming and going from a crack in the window

Let your path be forgiveness

Let your path be words rolling, stalling, racing, stuttering across page

Let your path be Stop Making Sense on replay

Let your path be fear and insecurity; endless searching for sturdier and more malleable paths

Let your path be pulses bursting through earphones

Let your path be a lizard on lemon yellow leaves

Let your path be getting everything wrong, wrong, wrong

Let your path me failure and disappointment

Let your path be wind through bamboo

Let your path be uncomfortable and unforgiving,

Let your path be collapse on a rainy thunderous night; edges in the dark

Let your path be unsolvable sorrow

Let your path be friends coming and going

Let your path be misinterpretations and assumptions

Let your path be closed and wide eyed

Let your path be planters fucking fasciitis

Let your path be steel drums on sunny days

Let your path be ominous, abstract and alive with laughter

Let your path be this page,

Let your path be deliberate and spontaneous

let your path be far stretched and narrowly tuned

Let your path be distraction after distraction;

Let your path be jokes between jokes, old grievances forgotten

let your path be a half smoked splif between lips

Let your path be cluttered, undefined and free

Let your path be short stories, memoirs and essays

Let your path be global and local

Let your path be ripples and roars, ripped and torn, healed and repaired

Let your path be community and solitude, turbulence and calm

Let your path be seven minutes more

Let your path be Rumi on a cloudy day

Let your path be a brown sugar cone filled with peach gelato

Let your path be green mountains and owls

Let your path be deepening into writing unseen before seen

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