Your task
is to fill up the space
the universe has shaped for you.

there is that solid place
twixt flesh and blood
and bones and skin
that delineates a thing
that everyone agrees is you.

But that’s just one mere part
of the spirit-housing sacred space
in which flows your life
along its path most wonderful
and true,

And though the rest
shows us no eye-seen face,
your best shots
do return with curves
like deft-hit billiard balls
in ricochets
that help you map
the fullest realm
quite cavernous,
with endless fingered nooks and crannies,
that you were born to occupy,
laid plain to your deep mind-heart’s eye,

and to the others whom
your life here
most shall touch,
who’ll join to celebrate
and marvel at it, too.

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