fire flickering in the pre dawn beneath the giant pines, outside is inside, the world turned inside out, within and without me. i pray with every breath ,a litany of gratitude for the chill ,the warm socks, the clean air crisp in my chest, my eyes to see this full moon light before anyone wakes.before the sun intrudes upon my lovers kiss and my hearts secret in the deepest moments of the nights journey. is this love that every moment steals a kiss upon my heart. what does anything matter when there is only bliss, only this moment to exist and never end or die or empty from the fullness of living, even in the midst of becoming nothing there is this, again and again. if more slender, more fragile i could never survive the end of what is perfect, to accept there is no end and to become only that which is given. sunrise, like the eyes of truth, wipes clear the magic of the night and fills the mystery with the perfect form and shape and texture of this world. to journey is to lift the veil, leave the expected and perfected for the becoming of the nights surrender and the hopeless revelation of the light. the truth is magic enough without the pump of promise and expectation, each step the crush of earth and leaf, home of every tiny insect and organism, shattered as i come to be, to see, to know who it is that crushes me.
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