In Bloom

Thrown into this world,
A waste, an open pit, a cesspool of humanity;
Escaping into a parallel world of ideas;
Breathing the cool crisp air,
Spreading my leaves, basking in sunlight,
Drinking in its energy.

 

Running my roots deep down and out
Into the moist dark rich soil,
Sucking sustenance from the great tit of the God-Mother;
To be in my being authentically
As simply as a flowering plant in a garden.

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