i read women poets, saintly, long dead
and try to breathe in their experience
as nature can help to create
various states of being,
just by my being
within the fresh autumn air
back upright, against a huge ponderosa pine
feet and knees submerged in soft pine needles
at the end of november,
feeling blessed beyond measure
sitting outdoors, my sanctuary
of green, and brown earth beauty
focused, relaxed,
present to all that is,
and ready
to be a part
of all that is yet to be--
i dangle, drop, release...
all the past,
that no longer serves me
Kate Lamberg
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