Alive

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I went
striding.

Alone.
In the chill

amidst the
challenges

of that,
this current

life, living,
they are there

glaring, dark.
It is, all ways,

good to hold
your self; and

remember that
you are alive

amidst the beauty
of things that

emerge, in
presence.

That you
can see,

through the pain
of what travail

you might find,
we all have found,

some thing beyond,
that now comes.

Found, sensed
there, that glimmer

of light, that
sparkles sure, pure —

known, the darkness.
And beauty, regained.

A lived life.

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