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'Emotion is inconvenient' someone once said. Obtrusive, exposing, sometimes rude, Unearthed it takes up space - Jostled uninvited; altering the mood. Then like clockwork the curtains up, Applause and expectation, But do we merit a performance; yet another long standing ovation? If instead we choose to stand, And rest, unjustified; centre stage, Would we have the audacity, To pause, rewrite the page? The space can be uneasy, Awkward and unknown - But if we dare ourselves to wait Raw beauty there is shown... For in the depths and pains of mystery, We find we're held at last, Discovering dark clouds of origin, Lights walks of ancient paths. And there we'll find reality, A truth in cells of being, Present as in the beginning; The view we choose, is seeing.