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“Obstacles do not appear in your way in order to stop you. Rather, they appear in order to strengthen and hone you and your plans.”
I choose to rise and watch the small finches hop and swing. The neighbor strung homes of honey and sunflower in the blossoming trees. By mid-morning, the fountain is full of feathers and birdsong. The ruins of my discontent liquefy with each splash. The crab apples relent. My navel crosses Sidney’s, ‘use your hips; all action moves out of the womb.’ The backs of our wrists meet, hands in a direct line to channel the Qi. I do not fold when provoked. I fall. Spiraling with the force of the other, we hop and swing. The through-line is a zig-zag. Until next time, there is a silver braid fastened with ebony. The yellow finch is a black dot against the setting sun as twilight bows.
A full day passes by my eye.
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