It feels so good to remember, to cry out and kiss the nearest tree, that one star, the shimmer of your voice
I hone and whittle and etch my medicine upon this Life with integrity in the sometimes unruly exploration of truth
Standing at the center of it all, I cast my net of desires and possibilities, feeling as much as I can possibly bear
And when once again I return to the ever blooming lotus inside of my heart, I breathe deeply and remember some more.
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