I stand at the door that leads to the liminal space of life.
It is a finite space between two doors: birth and death.
It is a mysterious maze with what seems to be too many
possibilities, the terror of choice charging every particle.
It is no wonder so many barrel through the black door
prematurely to escape the burden of living & choosing.
But I think it is important to choose life in all its liminal
limitations, looking for love in the cracks and crevices.
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