Life Within

The sound of firewood
being stacked together

A cold night where the
moon shines through trees

It’s true that we all
need water to survive

It’s true that the self can
slip away

Across the dark waters
of a lake, at night

It’s true that our bodies
are made from the tiniest things

And it’s entirely possible
that they rejoice in tandem

When we ourselves
find happiness

When we ourselves
find joy

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