The dirty ground cleans so well.
Tears and laughter fall away.
Petty fears and joys fall away.
Layers of years of narrow sight
and grandiose ideas fall away.
Face breathes a sigh of relief
as it no longer strains under the weight of persona.
I am again a minuscule vibration
held in the rich soily bosom
of the great forgiving mother of all.
Washed clean in the baptism of dirt
to begin anew.
to see.
to be.



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