Up to my neck in clouds
How kind you were to kneel and point down
To show me how what sprouts from below
Is the harvest of all we have sown.
Feet buried in wet earth is how I learned
Even the gentlest of footsteps
Will cause the smallest of creatures to stir.
From these slithering ones who thrive underground
A new wisdom was found:
There are no secrets between souls
Time is space
Where love germinates
And from this fertile soil, grows.
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