love note to communion

under the marbled May moon spring peepers holler from the tree line the scent of vetiver on my hair respirating grass beneath my palms i am alone, and aloneness is a gift sacred time meant for communion with the divine

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i need me because i need you and you are inside me conscious and free together - we.

thirteen new freckles twenty thousand miles driven eleven inspiring books four farms worked two lost homes ten lips kissed one soft heartbreak seventeen thousand words written another year seized