Darkness and shadow
Damp mossy earth
A path winding randomly
Brown ancient stones
Tree roots trailing
Grasping the wet dark soil
A canopy of branches
Reaching, mingling, containing
A mass of dark, drooping leaves
Casting shadows over the path
A jumble of brambles
With prickly sharp spines
The heavy atmosphere
Alive with spirits of long ago
And fragrant with ancient odors
A world that is mine,
The world of my soul
It predated me
It will outlast me
Solitary, primordial
Archetypal realms
Breath of the Great Mother
Onto the Golden Child
Goodness and evil
And existence everlasting.
3/24/00
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