I was once held,
and in that embrace i felt
i felt the unconditional truth of love
how sweet to eat
how beautiful to know
it caught me on the corner
at the street light in the middle of the night
walking and remembering how it changed me
rearranging all my passings into wisdom
breathing on my skin as the cool breeze breathes me in
as the rain drops fell to a consistent poly rhythm of the sound of my heart
to behold a rich seed in your soil
growing into tree that is loyal to the earth you walk on
to be held,
to be holding,
to be heard
to be known
Zach Mutan // 35 mm
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