Vastly growing grass,
intimidation standing tall,
agression uncertain
and unaware of your identity.
Submerge your energy
to the mother of the universe
and witness the magic of change.
Brown, black, white,
speckles of inevitable heredity.
As each houve taps the soft soil,
the earthquake is felt
from a million miles away.
Only on Mars are you exempt
from the power of soul-to-soul,
soul-to-soil, and unique intellect.
You may push and pull
but the masculine stance remains strong.
Twitching or ignoring me?
How I wish I could make them disappear.
The Earth gains power in feeding from the ground.
Beautiful
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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