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My best moments
moments of being
are when I'm the most still
quiet
no internal dialogue
alone with the earth
feelin her pull
feelin her hold
she guides me
and
she talks to me
her language
Ancient
what she says
I cannot hear
only feel and see
she recreates before my eyes
Paradise
within
a sense of the timeless
when I walk
I move with grace
each step
perfectly placed
Why
I question
wuld I ever
wonder out of Eden
only empty imaginings
of a desperate ego
culd obscure
such Harmony