Do you remember when you were green?
Do you remember a time
When you were unseen —
Except by the trill of the thrush
Or the silver of the moon?
Think deeply and
Breathe long
And a silken memory will appear
Of your toes buried in the loamy earth
And your hands braiding the sun-thick wind…
Of the rivers rushing within you,
Pulsing a sacral song…
Of stardust dancing around you as
Humming bees and gametic etherea.
You are ancient and fertile
Even now.
You are bone-hard.
You are lofted.
You are a stone drop.
Verdancy is your purpose.

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