It had been like dying,
like falling,
like the sigh of a spirit,
when you were born into the flesh.

You wanted to return to that place where life was tender and existed like
that forever.
Warm hands sweep under you.
You sleep.
When you wake,
you no longer remember.

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Bucking horse
Drifting snowflakes flicker
in the morning sun

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Perhaps the greatest gift
is to die a little each day,

to love what death can touch.

The losses are innumerable
on this world where
grief is perennial,

and gratitude,
for the fleeting beauty
of life, is its twin.

Born from the same mother
called Love.

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I want to go back to that mountain
where dreams came to me on the wind
and the leaves and crickets
whispered the secrets of the trees
Yet in time, these dreams
were as hard to catch
as the wind

And I left you for the sea
and now there is so much more
than a canyon between us

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