The Mud People

Once upon a time...
far away and at the edge of spring,
the mud people
rose up out of the earth,
in the heart space of the labyrinth
and the fingers of inspiration,
to walk in the sunlight,
breathing deeply of crystal air,
learning how to dance upon the earth...


With delight...
flowers bent to kiss them,
grass rose to tickle their feet,
while trees dropped their bits and pieces
in the desire that these little people
would drape themselves in diaphanous wonder,
with the splendor of all nature
beckoning their first ever steps into life...


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