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on a rainy sunday afternoon
i went to the store and bought
gallon paint buckets of many colors
i brought them home, carrying one
in each hand
up up up the stairs to my room
opening one by one, stirring as needed
with both hands i
threw one by one
up up up onto the wall

it was in letting go
that i felt it

all this time i had thought
if i...
do this...
say this..
do this...
say this...
be open to this...

but what a futile external road

who has ever
controlled the outcomes
of their actions

i throw the paint
but i don't know exactly what it will look like
how much will make it up
how it will stick, splatter and fall

i only know that i threw it up there
and decided, what's next?





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"the greatest journey is the one within"