At-One-Ment Susan P. Blevins I am the soil beneath my feet, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, seamless merging of human, vegetable, animal and mineral. I am the birdsong all around me, players in an avian symphony, harmonies reconciling dissonance, soul-song fresh and new as spring. I am the woodland canopy stretched out above my head, clad in nascent tender green, offering shelter, beauty, fruit I am the warm and gentle air that breathes me into divine harmony far beyond […]
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