My heart is like
a tall grass -
it sways in the gentle
breeze -
sometimes it is like a butterfly
weightless and free
and other times like butter -
it melts into itself by is own
warmth.
I asked how this happens
all the time.
it said to me -
this is the nature
of being naked
like wet earth
and holy force of wild fire.
spring awakening
inside spring -
new and courageous
human species
birthing into pure
consciousness
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