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Ancient Burial Sight
As shadows weep clean
Killer Instinct Exposed.
You fly in and seek shelter in my home. I see your body/my killer instinct exposed. You’re sleek in design; color — Unclean. Detritus. Pervasive. Ancient. I see my potential poverty and early demise play out. You’re not concerned about me and I want you to clear out! Master survivalist, I see you as scavenger. Unworthy of love.You are my hidden disease — ‘dis-ease’.
White-wash tissue tent
extinguishing freedoms flight —
“Please release me” Roach
What can I learn from you ancient one? —
Help me understand. How can I step out from the shadowy climate of pervasive disease and mass extinction? To resurrect myself back into loving whole? — to be what I desire to be…
Help me ancient soul to walk horizon lines to dialogue with the sound of creation — with compassionate awareness and peace. Please take the lead and dance me back to life. Heal my evergreen heart and mend my tears so my world no longer cries. How may I shape-shift my current perspectives, in trust and in my communication for enduring planetary love?
