A Traveling Conversation
A Traveling Conversation
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How much can I let go
before I no longer know myself,
before you no longer recognize me?
Some things remain too close
for me to push them away.
Apart we might just topple off
the towering precipice of being.
It feels vulnerable to realize
many things are too close to touch,
and that I can't sense the temperature
of what's holding me so tightly.
I may find it easy to let go for others,
but the stickiest stuff is always my own.
I close my eyes and keep moving,
praying the traveling becomes lighter.
There are years that ask questions
and years that answer.
~ Zora Neale Hurston
