Eating Soil
We're born humble.
Our bones and hearts
are filled with stardust.
We are children of the heavens, they say...
Life is about eating soil (hectares of it).
Soil beneath our nails and in the teeth.
Seeds growing into the bloom of being.
Nourished by tears with some laughter in between.
Being humble is a pebble in the violent stream of living.
At the end, when our bones are bent
and the stardust spills... the heart relents.
We'll be heavenly humble once again.
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