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An old tree passed on its sacred essence to me,
I spoke a vibrant new language,
the spectrum of my vision expanded,
i could see the copper wind,
and heard the honey bees talking
watched gravity smoking it\\\'s wild renewal.
My heart aligned itself with the elemental.
swaying of the trees branches.
My tongue has a choice of strange new voices,
i can sing with starlings and hummingbirds
march with the ants watching them make their choices.
People tell me i have changed ,i have simply arranged
to change my modes of being with the suns solstice
and balance my new senses with the equinox
i have made the sun and moon my handmaidens
i photographed time and tore up the negatives
made the earth and sky morph into one
nobody believes me
they refuse to see infinity
in the simple flight of a bee.


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whoever you are come forth these are the days that must happen to you.


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The following comments are for "Seasons"
by icemoon

poewhit
You caught to essence of work in them. HONEY is the pay.

( Posted by: poewhit [Member] On: August 19, 2008 )





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