She digs deep inside to my center
And plants her deep, dark secrets.
Whispers.
The mother of all is moving-
She is awake.
She lives inside. Quiet.
Moving to tell me deep, dark secrets
Older than the shells.
There is a tree alive
With roots in deep, dark places.
Shifting like the stillness of water.
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Earth Day Baby. Yea, If you want to know how to YouTube Give me a call, I will show you the ways. Blog is the future.
By the way, I played two gigs on earth day. One in Logan. The other in Provo. Lots of driving and polluting the air...Sorry earth.
I remember the talk that Pres. Spencer Kimball gave about planting a garden; learning how to grow things. At one time, it seemed out of date because no one stays home in growing season--vacation time. But I don't take vacations, so gardening is always bringing Earth Day to me. It's good.
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Did you write that poem? That was amazing! LOVED it!
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