pushed, then pulled by samsara,
struggling to find light.
I am trees sculpted through impermanence,
bending, twisting,
reaching for footing in sand,
I am trees, old, dying in moonlight,
seedless, fruitless, awaiting rebirth.
the wind howls on this shore,
long after the memory of my driftwood.
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