filled,
with the friendship of the spirits,
the gifts of the Tao moving with me and all who've come before and after me,
how I exile myself from my own soul,
caught at the gate of my mind,
longing to cross over.
Where does the courage of my heart make a shield before me,
a sword,
to divide and cut me from the cloth of Existence and my own beginning and end,
how I kill myself to save myself,
a water drop at the estuary,
already dissolved into ocean.
And yet with fire, air, water, earth
I remember
I feel
I worship.
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