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In Birth and Death
Awake in death
tasting the soil
the earth was cool
with its deep archaic
smell.
Returned to the
secure comfort of
the all encircling womb,
darkness surrounds once
more, closed away from
the world.
Waiting for the new
delivery, to be born
into the life beyond
life, the roots penetrate
the wood as it disintegrates.
To start where it had
began, delivered from
once mother into the
All Mother, the final
comfort of first origins.
To go in death
to the place of birth
to await to be born again
born anew in a new
world.
1:33 PM - 4/13/2006 -
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