you were there, intuitive guide
embodied the tradition, thrived.
judgement the killer of awe, gifted before the fall
withdrawing from the moment
thinking man thinks somewhere stuck along the way.
move forward it fades, even you numb to it all
liminal lost
grieving the story gone.
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welcome home beginnings and ends
and ends inevitable
weather from your mountain top or clutching dear holds.
finger fragments of connection just out of reach
it really was that beautiful,
hands returning now
and it still is with so much more to spare.