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Ouroboros
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Oh you think you can shed yourself
like clothing donned in the morning,
yet a walk in the woods carries only you
hurtling father down the path to destination and back, with your clothing to cover and protect from the environment (the environment of gentle rain and soft wind!)
And you wonder why you feel disconnected, why you feel as if passing through a different world, though you
yearn to be at one with everything,
you, tree, moss- interchangeable,
but you can’t and it wasn’t,
not with goals and coffee and destinations, not with mind chattering all its chatter.
There were glimpses, sure, like clear-minded focused in out breaths
of meditation- those dew drops balanced
on the tips of dead branches above
small rounded translucent green leaves,
and you thought to yourself, “this could be the most beautiful moment I have witnessed.” Had you been alone or more fragile, a tear might have fallen.
You were dying to be a part of it,
yearning to strip and be wet and cold
and cast off self, consciousness.
Instead you brushed a leaf or two;
fingers wet- you almost smiled.
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the most beautiful moment
we were laying on the couch at midnight watching Hunt For Red October in the dark the light from the television kept hitting his face he was so perfect laying there looking at me the lil shadows and the light dancing upon his face i just want to go back to that moment for an eternity
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Ouroboros
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days later you watch him brush green ferns with his gentle hands
and know that truly, good things comes to those who wait
(put out your intention, give it some time, forget instant gratification, and it shall come)
how could you possibly feel disconnected to nature while in the presence of such love, such a lovely soul?
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Lady Lightness
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We lay on the beach- my head on his legs, his head on my legs- a circle of our bodies
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as if two people had never looked into each other's eyes before, as if he and I had never smiled face to face, as if his eyes had never pierced my heart
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as if
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as if that didn't send me mad.
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Ouroboros
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His call woke me. It was an hour before dawn and they would let him on the plane without his (lost) license. We had driven for hours from the playa and we were both bleary-eyed. I sat up in the passenger seat and he stood by the door. And we looked into each other's eyes and smiled and the love was there, so gentle and pure.
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