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apprenticing to death


we carve mountains out of our spine because that is how the earth taught us. 

the earth taught us some things. 
the earth taught us about poetry, about being gentle, about being fierce. 

the earth teaches us about time. 
about when to express and shine 
and when to be hidden and withdraw

withdrawing one’s energy into oneself 
and becoming darkness is sacred 

our world does not remember this 
our world is only fruiting and harvesting 

there is no awareness of “death” in our world 
i want to be an awareness for death in this world 


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