everything you've ever touched will become dust

a poem

how beautiful and gut wrenching / the way everything you’ve ever touched will become dust. the way life inevitably folds / into decay. how wonderful it is to be here / now, to experience a brief glimmer / of All This!! what a gift it is to change form / to grow from an old cedar and fall into the rot / of soil then spring up again some morning in March / as a fawn, a wolf, a human being – isn’t it spectacular? / how life will crack our hearts wide open again and again / if we allow it to?

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