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  • Gary Hunter

Axe of a Guru - August 29, 2020

you see the way that tree

reaches towards the sky?

for many seasons that was me

stretching to heaven with feet rooted in earth

awaiting the rains of grace to grow me higher

till one day a woodsman approached

chopped me down sawed me into

pieces and burned me

a stump no longer yearns or fears fire

it merely dies of severed beliefs

the beauty of that kind of change

is the open sky it unfurls


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