Marysia

On High Vibes

On ‘High vibes’  I don’t want to raise my vibe, thanks. I want my vibe to be low.Make that lower than low. So low that only bats can detect my presence,Flicking their leathery wings on my approach.Low as the movement of earthworms through soil,As roots searching always deeper for home,Like instinct, seeking purely by scent …

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amnesia

When I forget who I am, I sit at the feet of trees and listen.I smell the earth, I watch the wind, follow the blackbird.My cells sing soundlessly along with their mycelial cousins.Their generosity humbles me always. Life becomes death becomes life.I’m so unaware, and when I look I’m overwhelmed by the gift of it: …

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