I crave the power and the wealth
Of Nature’s warmth.
To hold it in my cupped hands,
Watching it--slip--
Between my Fingers.
Like cool silk--
On a summer’s day.
To want creating and knowledge,
And know that--within these--
I am Safe.
I want to sing my songs underneath the stars--
And listen with un-clouded eyes..
To the earth.
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