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The River Speaks
There is a web and it holds us.
Pieces come apart so we help rebuild it.
We are a species that has forgotten our place on the web, so the earth reminds us.
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Ashes
Ashes carried by winds choke me.
Hear the cries as flames rise.
A red sun burns above me.
I can't see the end yet.
The sky is far too hazy.
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A Way Your Spirit Knows
Finding the voice
that is nestled
deep within
is like unfolding
a pair
of shimmering wings
That voice
that has been covered up
hidden away
and muted
to your world
is precious -
Sunup
Sky, warming with light faded but Unforgotten
Loves
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The Way of the Sky
Subtle changes, sudden rages, this is the way of the sky.
It wakes from its sleep to viciously reap the limbs that are no longer strong;
at other times it seems content to collapse upon the earth and cry.