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The Poppy Opus

Enter into this passage again, shed skin

It is feeding, always hungry, always feeding on another drifting particle

The young maiden has an opportunity

Will she transform or wither slowly by winds

Shall the mother sustain or destroy?

Loud murmuring of storms makes red blood

Disintegration without mercy

Birthing process continues, it is the way

Twisting itself into a loop, presence means acceptance of the decay

Transmute and transcend in this mundane cycling, to feel joy, to feel real

All is one inside this elemental repetition

Listen and observe the song that time brings

Now focus on the breath as you grieve for what could have been.

And begin again. Begin at the end.

Rose Grounds 2020

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