Being deserted...

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It isn't easy
to stand
amid a slideful of
soil and rocks,
even to get a toehold.
When all hope
seems to leave
behind heaps
of bared bones
and tangled vines
I trust my feet
to carry me
through 
all the turmoil
to foot hills.
What use the peaks
when you need
the water of life
to run through
dry deserts?

The way of vastness

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Finding my way
to my tiny place
in the vastness
of the skies
of the meadows
and of the hills
......
It is the tiny flowers that
fill the vastness
with their fragrance
and delicate existence
.........
the soft light of dusk
guides me
into a land of
no shadows
........
vastness has its ways
of standing by your side
and taking you to
unknown terrains.