Each Act
Nothing at the time

Held the same level

Of importance to her.

It was her rising thought,

Her daily meditation,

And moral of her dreams.

Everything led to it,

Each act connected

The way she needed.

It had been slow initially,

But she fed its drive

With bridled focus.

The tides were turning,

As the current changed

In her, and for her.

Naked in that moment,

To be better prepared

To souce her balance.
Ria 2016

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