When my last computer crashed I lost 7,000 words of a novel I was writing and a few dozen poems. I just found these two tucked away and I'm sure it's not an accident that they appeared in week 5 of my journey inside with the Presence Process...

Poetry,
that boring, hateful word,
Endured, dreamed thru,
in required education
Is no more to be feared
Then clouds,
watched on your back,
Dreaming
Just a thought rhytmn,
undulating
as you let go of necessary
and fall into
being.