A desire to stand in the sun and become scorched like the earth,
A need to return to the beginning of our beings.
There is a coolness in the hollow of our bodies that saves us everytime.
We are blessed, though we are foolish,
In love with the flowers of Spring
As much as we love the fire that will reduce them to ashes.
Our breath is the breath of life;
Our will is that of the wind.
Our whispers begin the echoes of the sky
issued forth from our roots,
where a shifting silence spreads
our eternal, hidden truths.
Elizabeth Dañiel Marquis~Mayorca
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