Avoidance of the Heart

Avoidance
A
  Void 
        Dance 
 Struggling without ceasing.
The threads of the world hold me tight.
 Like the fly in a web, made of the delicate threads of our collective dreaming.  My dream a small thread within the wad of the whole.  
Questing for the question that can break me free.  I find my way to stillness.
 Stillness 
Still
      ness
What remains after all the threads dissolve into the eternal flame of the heart becoming a tapestry of unimaginable beauty.   
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