I am neither full of hope
Nor am I filled with hopelessness
This poetry, these words of love,
Are rooted in themselves
Not offered to you
In the hope of salvation or a new world
Or the desperation of hopelessness
I do not swing between these two poles
I am for beauty
And love’s openness
Here and now, in this moment
Let the future take care of itself
I am here with the present
Too busy dancing and singing
Crying and grieving
Too filled with this wonder
To be lost in hope or hopelessness.

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