Inside the heart of the dreaming tree
wondering at what is revealed to me.
To feel the tilting and spin of the earth.
To know being buried allows for rebirth.
To perceive lack of love as a real dearth.
To welcome the weight of infinite worth.
Inside the heart of the dreaming tree
many mysteries were made known to me.
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