Sunday, July 28, 2013

Neither too little nor too late

Neither too little, nor too late, I pick up my pen, my brush, my heart and my hearth and wander back, walk back, ride back and swim back, back to myself, to the inside of the tree, to the bottom of the cave, to the heart of the flower, to the center of the universe, to the nucleus of the cell and breathe, breathe, breathe the sustenance, the life force, the nurturance, the body and the blood, the holy ghost, before the day begins, before I fully awake, I run back for one more dip in the pool, one more breath of life.

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