Pachamama

July 5, 2014

Nothing feels realer than the earth
No totality more absolute
Horizon curves without me knowing
The beginning and the end
When I am gone in a place conceived of ideas, earth brings me back
Preoccupied most moments, I'm barely here with her, knowing actualness
How ungratefully we tred on such a loving mother
I am hers and still I forget
The unarguable finality
To return from wence I came
To be swallowed whole and become her matter again
What release, what a tidy affair
Here a birth and a resting place

 

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