There is a magic to strangers
A value to explore
Watching the tics
Watching yourself
Watch them
Met many a kind human this trip
Simple things in a suggestion
Even unsolicited
As they take the conversation where they must
To feel right in the moment
Almost pulling me along as I sit in an open space
Feeling it all
Waiting in the beat
Allowing the current
Without fighting
Much to appreciate in letting it be
No control in any scenario
Can be odd
Can be vanilla
Some new energy either way
Interesting how easy it is to choose
One foot in
The other in the spacious camp oceanside
Water under holes
Pages turn from the wind
No bookmarks
It can be any way you want
Worry about yourself
And your small kin
Anything else is wasted time
What will come in is a mystery
Still worth wandering in the imagination
Not ready to anchor
Flexible craft in open waters
Endless practice in the stillness
Always working without effort
This idea
In a ship amongst the stars
Sending signals
Casting dreams
Hugging the symphony in the sky
Play your tune
Hazy Acres 
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