December 9 2023

My tracks in the mud will rise, covered by leaves, soaked with water, the imprinted earth will recover into smooth ground. No one will know I’ve been here. Seeds I plant will bud, grow, die, bud, grow, die, forever. No one will know I’ve been here. Love has been given to me, swirls around, goes out of me in a me form, into you, swirls in you making a you form, into another, forever. Light from the beginning or the end or underneath or around enters our atmosphere, hits my skin, warms me, some of it reflects off of my eyes, goes back out of the atmosphere into the beginning or the end or underneath or around, forever. No one will know I’ve been here. I heard words, received teachings, worked with my hands, have these two beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boys who are not mine but are gifts, tell them words, teach them, watch them work with their hands, maybe have their own kids. Forever. No one will know I’ve been here. This is all such a joy.