Going Back Home 3-26-18 Trina Hall

Time travel
seasons warm
to grow

brittle cold
Plant roots, feel the sun,
give it all away,
nothing need be done.

Be but loving
in the midst of the frost
Sink into being
realize nothing was lost
Wisdom arrives
alchemy turns
It is without love that a human burns.

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