waking moment

waking…

dream fog lifting

inside liquids start to flow

eyes waking…

pure reality tastes bitter

and earthy …

tea from the lapacho

grounds me.

silence in the air …

only the vibration of

words on paper.

and the hum of waking energy.

disintegrate passions of old lovers.

mountain life calls my name

through a song of another …

crisp air calls to those who listen.

venture out soul seeker…

reach out. grasp what you can …

let go.

and the energy you will be open to

will come threefold

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