Eyes burn. Fingers sweat.
Orange light flickers off my pen
Cool hands bring me back to my body.
The forest whispers
"hello, friend."
Am I lost?
or have I found something
deep in the soil beneath my body
building, into power
the fire - my own light
really not "mine" at all.
For the world
may be
never-ending
ever-knowing
One self
is All.
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