"To all who love her, who open to her
the doors of their veins, she gives
of her strength, sustaining them with
her own measureless tremor of dark life."
I feel this ever more deeply in my goldening years.
My heart aches for want of proper care for her.
Yet, she continues to operate with exquisite offerings.
Steady and dependable with surprises abounding.
Dark life is a fitting term as we still know so little
and much of her majesty is hidden.
"Rest your spirit in her solitary places."
Yes, for those who are fortunate to have access.
How many do not? I'm thinking of those
in prisons, detention centers, and over-populated cities.
Can their solitary places be imagined,
or remembered in inner space?
For the gifts of life are the earth's
and they are given to all. . .
Namaste
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