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Girl On A Swing

Even the air we breathe is mystery
Heaven is full of emptiness and peace
Perhaps if I park my mind on empty
I'll roll into life that is full
All paths pass through birth and death
All manner of things come out of the blue

A girl on a swing flies up into the blue
She sails through mystery--
Pumps with heart till she reaches a kind of death--
A balance of joy and peace
When she climbs down the look on her face is full
Of whatever is missing when she feels empty

I do not know what it means to be empty
Is it part of what brings things out of the blue?
I try to remember what it feels like to be full
Most of the answer must be mystery
I sift everything for signs of peace
What I live is the path through birth and death



-Christina Watkins
February 2016