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The strange part about living as the Earth
Is in knowing that this too shall in time, pass.
But change will be ever so slowly for any movement,
And even vast Terra spins as a mote in space

The painful part of living as the flame
Is never touching the same face twice,
For in the act and art of communion,
We leave the world changed in our wake.

The damniable thing about living as the water
Is never resting my head longer than a moment.
Where it is that only when I freeze in to stasis
That I do not journey ever onward.

The hardest part about living as the wind;
Is forgetting to love the landscape.
Where each breeze blows again;
The trees caress the sky as though new.

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Hot soothing water
cannot massage me like my
little geisha girl.

The ocean waves at
pair of students on beach front,
who is the master?

Darkened Highway
Music plays at high volume,
these are happy times.