oh, beloved sound

:

our eyes meet

seas of unspoken things

ground beneath us

shoulders touching

coma and fog

pressure, spilling

:

oh, beloved sound

:

hums of hurting people

endless black holes

bending and aching

fragile hearts

prophets rising

comfort dying

:

oh, beloved sound

:

into the trees

reaching with branches

my dirt and my healing

humble and tired

gathered and flawed

time to fall

:

oh, beloved sound

:

honoring our shadows

fearing the open

tears of the people

if I am you

and you are me

what must I do

who must I be

:

oh, beloved sound

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*written in Summer of 2019 by Jonathon Stalls of Intrinsic Paths

*included in Intrinsic Paths Volume 2

*photo: taken by Jonathon Stalls while walking The Way of St Francis, Italy

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