animus
allowing the soft center of the universe to
be
soft.
vulnerable.
and let the man become man.
seek the sacred.
connect with the world in the ways that your heart remains wide,
even when it is breaking.
we are the strength of our wounds.
we are bound by the raised flesh of a scar.
we are born,
together,
as the heart of the world.
standing watch as a flicker awakens from shock,
hissing at nocturnal possums stunned by light,
running to break into a dog fight and drawing the bow,
sitting in whispers under the silenced speed of an owl at dusk
dancing the rocks to respect the black snake.
we are living in a time of talking
and we are
being reminded
we
have
to
listen
or we will forever miss the song.
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