Jul 24, 2006 09:53
I know myself like I know the air
I breath
I am
I know myself like I know the earth
Deep rich soil
Worked
By unseen hands
I breath
I am
I know myself like I know the sun
Warm radiance
Flowing
Gently against the surface
Of all that I am
I know myself like I know the seasons
Changing
In a perpetual pattern
Green growth
Then cold silent rest
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I really should have done a post about the twenty mile hiking trip with my mother that had, as the high point, accidentally setting fire to a picnic table... But words failed me. *laugh*
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*snicker*
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