1. All is Sacred

From the four directions

comes the breath, the wind

of my ancestors.

As my feet

touch the ground

my eyes delight

in the many shades

of green.


so precious, the very essence of all,

blesses my lips

with seeming abundance.

Each breath I draw

a knowing

I am here.

The sun brushes everything

in golden light.

In these moments

All is sacred.


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