A big smile said “hello” before he spoke.
Russ looked real happy.
He’d shed 25 pounds and shifted into high.
There was light in his eyes.
Having done something that marked him,
He now viewed his surroundings as fair game,
No longer a series of grievances
To be cursed like the darkness.
Could you, or me reach beyond our boundaries,
View ourselves as immune from attack
Grounded in the other guy’s
Finger or car-horn.
Could we leave a meditative state,
Carry the calm and strength
We had gained there
Into the world of noise and threat?
Russ, of this moment,
Has arrived. After a lifetime,
Of looking outward for cause,
At a place of possibility.
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