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We are all seekers
This motley band
Our trail is full of rocks and roots
Unexpected turns
And long stretches through darkness
I cannot say these journeys lead
To happy endings
But something draws us
From the crowded passage
Of well paved pathways
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only the tussle calls
of starling bright songs
or jackdaw trills
seeping from the under brush
each tangled toe
each foot pulse
seeking the swelling earth
and pressing into
all its forbidden life
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My Tired Feet Are Happy
dusty from travel
on paths that wind and crisscross
along the landscape
up through mountain passes
wading through cold clear streams
traversing rocky ledges
enveloped by soft green mosses
toes wriggling through earthy mud
My feet have tasted nature’s bounty
and revel in it’s sorrow and beauty
My feet are grounded in the past
travel in the present and point me to the future
My tired feet are happy