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Within the Dirt
4/09/18
I waited and waited and watched, to see the canyons move
I sat, wondered, and thought, the mountains would move too
I whistled with the birds, longing to learn their song
I walked for all creation, and wondered why I walked so long
And for the last hour, my life it finally switched
My realizations flashed, and my body came to this
The mountains are meditating
The birds don't sing for me
The canyons are eroding until they reach the sea
For these finally moments, we no longer observe this all
We cross into oblivion, becoming the rocks that fall
We do not teach the lessons, we may not see the flash
Until my body enter tangles, given what it's taken back
Living, Dying, Decaying, Rebirth
The lesson of all creation, starts here
within the dirt.
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