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She stands proud, reaching to sky,
into the heavens as she remains
grounded in Earth.
She is the buck whose antlers
touch the sky as it rises
up on the outcropping of rock.
She is the raven who caws
from the treetop waving in wind,
firmly rooted to the forest ground.
She is snow falling from sky,
drifting to frozen soil
to sink deep in spring.
She is the flowering
the ripening, the falling
the dying.
She is the Ground of Being
rising, ever rising into form,
ever sinking into the unknown to be born.
She is…
©2020 Joanne Young Elliott
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