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Another type of threshold poem....

In Between

The space between the seasons,

When winter is wearing down

Spring is gearing up

The day doesn’t know

Whether to be cold or hot,

That is in between.

This is the same as the space

When a person has a foot

In life and a foot in death,

Neither here nor there, vacillating

between body and soul,

That is in between.

The space of in between

Has importance, purpose

Designed to ready us

For what is to be,

To leave behind what was,

To move into becoming.

By Sharmen Oswald

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And becoming is such hard work.

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I find that when I resist the becoming, it's much harder. If I go with it and even embrace it, it's not as hard.

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Perched on the Precipice

On the edge of the escarpment

Breathless, afraid to breathe

For fear my very breath will

Fling me over.

Life is like that….a disease,

A death, a graduation, a wedding,

A gain or a loss….can fling you

Over into the next realm of life.

We all must go there or forever

Stay perched on the precipice.

By Sharmen Oswald June 7, 2023

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Sometimes a breath can be just than tenuous--and that powerful.

Thank you, Sharmen.

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