I used to enter the forest
with axe in hand
there to toil
to work the land
pails of water
always uphill
a task, a job
I was fodder
for the mill
and then,
heart changed
eyes opened
and I disappeared
but,
wood was gathered
it was a dance
water fetched
nearly in trance
"it" was me
for the All
a part of the flow
an opportunity to grow
Together
as
1
no job
no work
no me
to be the jerk
just us
all
peace
love
flowing below again
with heaven above
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