Little Possums

The ancient paths have led us, far
away, but not yet astray. In forest
of love we came, sometime in mid-day.
Where paths split and turn, around
and into circles, back to where it started
once, again, to where it all begun.
Begone fear, oh mumble, roughness
of the wild. Within proportionate views
the magnificence of mountain ashes
trees of eucalyptus branch. And furs
encircled us, and thousands,
little Possums. As babies we were, again
at feet of light, with skies in sight
and stories told so very humble.

LOVE IS THE FLUID OF LIFE THAT LIGHTS UP THE CURRENT OF EXISTENCE.

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