Moonlit
Wanderings
Raging snow
From out which darkness came
Left little chance to know
If spring would be the same
Led into silent night
Deep down in dampened cave
The life of mother drips
And pools her essence saved
Wandering Down
Again into nothingness
Where life starts with beginnings
And peaks with an end
There is no want here... no need...
For this is a place of being
A place to be set free.
February
2001
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