I’ve been thinking about

doors and windows

and life

that opens

and closes

and the

spaces in between

the places

where we believe

life "takes place".

I've grown so familiar with all sorts of these spaces.

So often imposed

against

my own preferring.

Superpositions,

thresholds.

May

your thresholds

be

sacred.

May you find

abundance

within

the place you are.

In the not yet.

In the

"why the fuck is this not over".

Within

the "i wish

it were different".

May you see that life

is only and ever

unfolding

within these superpositions.

And in that

acceptance

may you live it

abundantly.

In full permission.

Love within

the now

and not yet.