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February 11, 2018
Ashley Shelton
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Dying while you are alive

Yogis spoke of it

Maybe like a surrender

Knowingness of the oneness

Near death experiences people

See the light

Either by spirit or on their death bed

The wildflower knows of it

If it does not die

It will not live again

So was it your gift to me

Everything you took and gave

Holding a knife to my throat

To my heart

Even if It took me a while to take a breath again

Even if I forgot to say thank you

Even if you forgot the pain was temporary

Slitting your own throat

To go back to the light again

Tried of tears you wanted to be the rain

So now I keep opening

There is no other choice

I know death will come to me again

And again

She is not fear

Only love

It does not matter how far you go out. or

How small, contracted, dark, invisible

It is still in infinite

It is still only love

You see this

You remember this

And like the seed

Buried deeply

Darkly

The rain, the mud, fat worm friends.

Playing roots like guitars.

True nourishment. Maybe a longing to expand

Again

So you feel this

With everything in you

Cracking open

Only infinitely

To push through the ground

Past the grinning grubs

The pebbles seems like boulders

At last the light

The place to expand

Bloom

Grow without patience

None is needed

Timeless. Always. Never ending.

Feeling the wind as endless as the mud was.

Blooming

Seeing yourself reflected 8 million times

Your fragrance 25 miles all around

A soul 1.5 ounces

Practicing love

Learning love

Feeling the wind

Listening to the grasses practice their music

They never stop practicing

They know love has a sound

Determined to find it

And what are you determined to do?

To soften your ears. Eyes. Heartspace.

To embroider with the golden thread

Humming while you make art

Letting it save you

Letting yourself be found

Through your brush strokes

Through your hands.

Nectar dripping from them.

From letting yourself be held.

From finding you here.

Your fingers in my ribcage.

One and one makes 11

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