The language of my soul
seeks to understand (without needing to be understood).
This is a remembering in my bones.
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Barefoot, inviting the moss between my toes; caressing my trusting steps.
Skin bare and exposed to her; I open and surrender
to ancient ways and soil of knowing.
Where do you begin?
Where do I end?
I do not know.
Mud on my skin.
Has there ever been an embrace so sweet?