How I want to be . . .how I am . . .
I want to burrow deep down in the roots
to understand (someday)
the otherness of the other
I want to flow like pink dye
up the roots of the gardenia flower
so I can infuse myself
in its soft white fragrance
I want to tap the copal tree
with my heart and let it
smoulder there
I want to dig around in the loose soil
of my past
Simply so I can stub my toe on the rock
that's been up here for thousands of years
and realize,
"Hey the past didn't go anywhere!"
I want to feel how far down into my skin
the root of each and every hair runs
I want to know this place with my
mind and heart
I want to feel the bites of the flies
and feel the persistent itching that follows
telling me there is more out there
more in here . . .
more connection
more synchronicity
more magic
more sacred play
and it can all be attained by doing less
how can I do less and be more?
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