Karen, you are a goddess.
I walk towards infinity. how good to
finally be one with all in me. to lie down,
in cool rained grass. to seek no more.
to lay my limbs among the roots
of trees. s t r e t c h i n g o u t the dusk
filled sky. to bleed forth dreams,
into the sap of man. let go, to breathe
to die. death as journey,
the withered path inside. returning.
recognition, under towering oak.
connecting roots, that flow beyond coming spring,
return us to the blood of life. the beating
damp earths soothe.
we whisper memory into the wind,
as overhead, crow flies free,
awakening earths sunrise.
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