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Defining Reality

Laura Fiegelist

This it the place to be free.
Abandon the umbrella that restricts your hands;
balance yourself as you hopscotch across
rocks that separate you from placid water.
Feel the smooth, cool stones painted with mud;
don’t be ashamed of your soiled palms.

This it the place to be free.
Abandon the umbrella that restricts your hands;
balance yourself as you hopscotch across
rocks that separate you from placid water.
Feel the smooth, cool stones painted with mud;
don’t be ashamed of your soiled palms.

This is the place to be fully alive.
Open your mind, your heart, your senses;
only by doing so will you achieve tranquility.
Now close your eyes and listen with your soul—
allow the symphony of falling water to
penetrate your anxiety and destroy the walls
you’ve built around your emotions.
Receive the energy from syncopating droplets.

This is the place for adventures.
Let your worries drop with the rain.
Revert to the child you once were—
stick out your tongue, lean back;
catch the gum drops
as they call from the sky.

This is the place you can count on.
In this moment, you are here
and nowhere else.

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© 2025 by Laura Fiegelist

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