REBIRTH

There in the dark, waiting.
The unborn
seeking their opportunity,
moist earth
where they can flower
and be carried along
on the stream
of unfolding consciousness.

Only by constant vigilance
is the Bind Weed
stored in the Dreamtime,
abandoned
to the stagnant backwater
of time-
to come no more.

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