How beautiful the ribbon that ties the human flesh to human soul,
the scarlet cord, strong and vibrant, sure and firm.
How lovely that the moon pulls on the water and on our hearts.
That the sun opens our eyes and our minds.
That the mountains support our feet and lift our dreams.
How apt that the seasons tell not only the stories of our harvests
but the stories of our lives.
How fitting that the rain washes and washes away.
No wonder it is so hard for the spirit, at the end, to fly away on its own.
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