coming in and out

moments where you enter the cloud that is time. unfamiliar territory to the inner self.
i am immersed

i feel good. i feel home. i do not feel guilty.

she is a channel. we’ve met before

admired each other from a distance
like a long lost sister

somewhere along the way, we got blown away. lost the battle with the air. our seeds planted on opposite sides of the forest

be patient

we must wait
for our trees to grow tall. strong. resistant to the wind. working with the wind. we are so tall
reaching above the forest bed. we see each other

maybe one day our leaves will blow away together. and land. turning into. dirt.
turning into land


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