There’s a difference, isn’t there?
Fear driven, prejudice driven,
an emptiness lasting a lifetime.
Or excitement driven, testing the limits,
over the edge from burning too bright.
Or embracing the middle road
in open-eyed wonder
at the mystery of life
and its manifold perfect forms.
Tasting the fruit as it ripens.
Letting all the petals of each rose
fall before discarding it.
Loving someone dearly.
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