The Span

From expectation to reality
exists a space where worry might be sown,
where stress can root and angst can come to be.
The span is temporal and may be bridged
with sturdy planks of equanimity.
I’m learning to reduce projection now,
and register result while earnestly
accepting what from sensing can be known.
The gap is shrinking to infinity.

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