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dive in

I welcome the songbirds at dawn,

the brave insects as sun slices through cold air

I listen under rippled treetops,

invite whispers and wonder to lead...

when I let them, the Beings made of

mist and moss

guide me gently into The Deep...




and wet dirt

I wonder,

do you want to enlighten or devour me?

for I am electric-alive

and equally willing, right now, to be

absorbed by the e v e r y t h i n g of it all.

With driftwood as my writing desk,

a tree army at my back,

in this wild moment

invincible and vulnerable, both,

and I laugh as a distant seal barks,

daring me, it seems... dive in.

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