this body used to be

wild raspberries and sorrel

fern shoots and sugarcane juice

cascading waterfalls and lava cooled to obsidian

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and so i -

can grasp sides of submissive mountains

until my raw hands drip honey

i can melt into the powdered sugar coastlines of the earth mother

i can gaze steadily into the algae green irises of another —

it is there i can see lichen growing on a tree

that i used to be.

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each day the boundary between where i end

and the wild earth begins

is blurred thin

a never ending practice

of seeing myself in every "other"

until i can effortlessly - compassionately

float down this conscious stream

of thought and dream

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