When I am fleeing…

When I leap out of myself
and the air presses on me
and my heart gapes with effort
and I claw against my falling -
that falling is returning
that pulling, the gravity of my heart, which is love -
the heaviness of me when I am fleeing
is the light of me when I am still.

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