Where once I wandered aimlessly in the endless wasteland, unseeing, unfeeling, I am surrounded, no – consumed by riches and bounty beyond my wildest dreams.
Nothing, nothing is more comforting than to nestle in the arms of my roots, my being, my tree of life – and bathe in its antiquity, its intimacy, its familiarity – so I may greet the world from all my source, to take it unto me.
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