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I can feel
the eyes of the earth are upon me
watching me find my rhythm
in time,
a woven and empty sea
these golden grasses
I swim in, somehow without fear
and should I look back
to search for the nest of trees
where I started
the eyes of the earth are upon me
still
daring me to be part of the design
and yet alone
abandoning all origin
oh wanderer, be here now
am not needed anywhere else
except within
each step, I am witnessed
the eyes of the earth are upon me
for now, and forever
this journey never ending
has just begun
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photo: a little sketch done at Kissimmee Prairie Preserve State Park, january 2018