I know
is a lunacy
that's beginning to grow
within me.
Like the child
conceived
in the fires of love,
it grows and developes,
eventually shoves…
pushes it's way out.
The knowing
without knowing
I know
is a gift
that starts showing,
showing me how,
to raise flowers,
pull weeds,
to see shiny thoughts
as colorful seeds
to plant,
to watch grow,
to release
when I will
without knowing
I know
the right time.
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