Dropping the wheel, walking by bare foot

Riding on the wheel of my day is dull

walking each step by bare foot is raw,
bringing me to the mirror, which I stand before myself

Washing my face

Liquid dripping in purity,
the womb of non-seeing
stripping, revealing venerable grapes
bleeding sandalwood, dried wild bush sage, ready to fall mulberries

Wine,
it passes by my lips
the bounty of air floated

The vines intertwined
Looking to breath

 

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