when we want the sweetness
we have to peel the skin
and cut all through
to the core
when the skin is naked
we can taste the essence
of onions and fruit
when we cut the grass
the air we breathe
fills with its fragrance
the gift of maturing
is the time of harvesting
in the cycles of life
when we love
we peel off layer
for layer
and it all
does not come off easily,
our clothes stick
with the glue of fear
and our heads
are full with shit
pouring out
with the rain
and all of a moment
we caress the bark
of old trees
and the earth
embraces us:
we have arrived
to listening,
the weight has left,
we entered the now.
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