Fear Has No Name!
moss, clinging to rock,
waiting for the water
to free...
only shadows stand between
this world and that,
fear has no name
other than we allow.
stripping away
the last vestige of clothing,
dance naked in the presence
of that which abides....
dance naked with gratitude
for that which endures!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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