… she is drunk on gold …

she is drunk on gold

each leaf a sun-drenched ocean

swallowed by the moon

released into earth

she rests and dreams of nothing

but fresh robes of green

 

‘Long live the dead because we live in them.’
― Clarice Lispector A Breath of Life

‘Everything changing is but a symbol.’  J. W. von Goethe

‘All form is a relic of eternal potential.’  Fazal Inayat-Khan

 

 

 

 

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