Not Too Much

-------Not Too Much-------

The grief we carry

is not too much

for this canyon

or the sea.

For they are made

of tears

from a thousand

generations

And are deeper

than we

could ever

know.

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With the Sun

-------With the Sun-------

Fog rests 

into the valleys

As the Earth exhales

And the mountains 

watch over

Silently

Awaiting our return

with the Sun.

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Return In

-------Return In-------

A seed stirs

in the belly

of the Earth

And with 

the seasons turning

Shares its abundance

into 

this world

A beautiful 

flower

Soon 

to return in

to a dream.

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Silhouettes

-------Silhouettes-------

My absence 

is not departure

but a trusting in

to the space we share.

Beyond these silhouetted hills

there are mountains

and a river 

that runs between them,

Unseen

within the darkness

But heard

on the wind.

What we give transcends our time.

So I plant a seed

and trust

what I do not know.

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