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Blades of grass and passive leaves
That lie beneath the stones
Rest on a breathe of mossy air
That now becomes my own

Place to find a quiet space
Of deeper ecstasy
The lines that mark the forest heart
Reveal a map to sanctuary

A well of life to feed the soul
Of those who bathe within its water
I cleanse the footprints I have left
Not stepping one stone further

Lying nearer the dwelling place
Of ones who came before
I take the vow of not looking back
And close behind me sanctuary’s door

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2009

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