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Thursday, December 12, 2013
...In the hands of the maker
These feet trodden benumbed enslaved by the weight of the load loamy earth no longer soft , supple , forgiving of cold tender feet
the pang of crystalline frost heaves beneath winter moss as if walking barefoot on frigid rocky ground
each step taken in effort to draw nearer , apportion the distance between a place once so close , and yet , now the distance appears so wide
the gravity of the metaphysical makes me weak in the knees I drop down and kiss the wintry ground knowing all my cares lie frozen far below
the scent of burning sage and sweetgrass permeates the chill , smoke rising like mist into the mystic
a healing smudge carefully brushed with reverence , an abounding LOVE cleansing in this earth , the atmosphere stirs ,
I feel the muted words' silence emanating in the air
... knowing I’m not a stranger in the hands of the maker
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