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There is a human wilderness
held beneath the
skin - Arts - Jim Harrison
it's rivers and streams
flowing through the
the vessels of a heart
beating to the drum
of ancestors who paddled
these waterways of discovery
protectors in a world untamed
walking the shoreline sole//soul
in the quest of understanding dreams
it's a tree veining out from
spring to winter, aging
since the first circle of life
a seed, a sapling, breathing
in and out - in between
incantations in a mystical
forest generation to generation
it's a desert traveled during
times of drought and lost hope
brittle bones, mirages from
the past, present and future
a cactus flower thirsty for a
drink from cupped hands
of compassion
It’s mountains climbed in victory
and defeat, gaining perspective
one step at a time no matter how
steep and rocky the terrain
it's a labyrinth in an open meadow
leaving markers between stones
and wildflowers, a spiraling wave
of all life's experience, the meanderings
of the quest to the center of self art
linking with dVerse
hosted by Linda
Using words from Poet Jim Harrison
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