i dream often of the earth awakening and embracing me in its hollows
entangled there
i imagine i may feel rooted
and shoot through as nothing but blooming opulence
a delicate, wispy creature
lighter than the air, swaying melodically to the wind
and humming with the streams that flow nearby
even when the seasons quiet my splendour
my bareness is all of the loveliness of fog gluing itself to the earth as if it were home
my starkness is resistance,
the esoteric belief in the dance of light and dark
and the magic of beginning again
– i, a flower
in 2019 we continue to be unwavering, delicate, rooted flowers. Happy New Year!
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