fungi (6/22/20)

breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes


dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers


soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding


brook beside me sings its sweet tune of water rushing through rock


sunlight grazes my shoulders and whispers to me that everything will be okay


everything is connected.


all is well.


we are one with each other,


the ones above and below.


everything is so beautiful.

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