From the Unknown, what wishes to be expressed? v.2022–01

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In one sense, we are all alone.
No matter how much we moan or groan,
Let’s cut it to something barebones.
There is nothing that we really own.
But when seeds are sown,
plants are grown.
Relaxing into the unknown,
My inner giraffe potential is slowly being grown.
May expectation be gradually disowned,
Being open to outcome, a sublime joy is known.