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Find your blade within the grass |
I am so weary of them all, their worries, their pains their pitiful threats and obliged kindnesses. I am weary in my soul and wish to sleep. I will go to the forest and look for my tree I will crawl into the earth beneath it and embrace its roots. I will to hear the rains hit the soil and down to my skin. I will sleep deeper as the earth fills my eyes, my nose, and my mouth. I will become indistinguishable from the tree above me. I will become the forest floor and the earth. I will feel its pain, its sting, jab and saw, tooth and nail And this will show the little pain I have endured. I will then know what it is to be tired and weary. Then when I have as little energy as the earth that surrounds me I will rise and once again embrace my humanity. I will see you all for what you are. I will see how little the problems are that plague this electrical world. I will love and live and love again Then my lover will see the Earth return to my eyes and they will know I am leaving I will return to the forest and stand as my tree kind do. I will stretch and reach toward the nourishing sun, awaiting the next weary man to come and lay at my feet. |