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For Nikos Kazantzakis

Between the crumbling
clods of earth

slowly creeps
the  marrow of my soul

- moving -
always along the 
lay of dirt

in and over
and among.

Swimming in
its primal bath
it knows as home.

The feet,
the feet they tread on
 
and on and on
the clods - up

in the ardent ascent of
the rugged, rugged mountain 

of the tit of the divine.

When I am on the
dirt and on the climb
I am feeling my me 

as full and strangely whole.
The rougher the clods and
the steeper the climb 

the aliver the feel.
On, push on,
and up.  Always up.




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