body bent
to grab the gauntlet,
we pick it up
with ease. . .

to say
we can’t
know the outcome
at the outset–
well, that is part of it. . .

but to bask
in the very love
and fun of it
is to draw nearer
to the heart of it,

as we
to the duel
and game
for which we’re meant,
go with our vision
and our grit,

as we, bold, lunge forward,
our well honed point aimed true,
to reach our target toward,
and play the role
of finding out
the special mystery
of our deeply personal
and sacred destiny.

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