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I sit within the maloca’s hush,
eyes closed, colors bloom and rush—
petals, shapes, and vibrant streams,
nature painting through my dreams.
white lines weave, a quiet thread,
abstract whispers fill my head.
curves unravel, thin and bright,
a flower blooms in yellow light.
"what is this?"—my voice, unsure,
another speaks, serene and pure:
"fear not, I come in gentle guise,
to soothe the fright behind your eyes."
and then I knew—love, so vast,
from nature’s heart to mine, recast.
a truth that wound through every vine:
even to those who cross the line,
the earth extends her boundless grace,
a mother's warmth, a soft embrace.
the lines connect—the truth awakes,
I see before me—gentle snakes.
the creature I had loathed before,
now swayed with beauty at its core.
despite the dread, the city’s walls,
despite my fears and learned withdrawals,
the serpent danced, and in its sway,
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I shed the skin of old disdain,
embraced the earth’s eternal reign.
for as a mother cradles life,
the planet shelters through our strife.
we are but seeds within her womb,
nurtured in her fertile gloom.
she births us, feeds us, gives us breath,
and holds us gently, even in death.
O Mother Earth, with veins of green,
with fire, water, air unseen—
your generosity unfolds,
a mystic truth the spirit holds:
to think beautifully, to see,
the sacred in the coiled tree.
to find in what we once despised,
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