comfortable
knowing the respiration's of another
breath soft downy feathered owlet,
go up and out,
draw in,
up and out,
draw in.
revel in another's life,
alive in the inhale.
a Congo rages inside
alive with many tropical birds
and many rivers
and many banyan trees.
won't you walk inside me?
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Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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