All that stuff...

Some of it was stolen
Some of it was given
Some of it was left
Some of it was lost

But in its absence
--- All of it ---
--- For me --- 
Is freedom

Arriving here by all these varied means
I am nothing but grateful --- so very grateful ---
To finally be able to breathe
To breathe and to live

Because that is what we aren't doing

While we are sifting and sorting and buying and coveting and shedding and all of the rest of it

That is what we miss -- the living

And that is all that has ever mattered
All that will ever matter
All that truly is

This life and us living