i cut my finger this morning
red blood born into the world
a storm of birds
crooked their necks
toward the sound
of the spaces
in between
far away a whistle
a bark
your hair
your big eyes
your body
your body
where are you
little girl wearing the big heart?
i will look for you
in the swaying treetops
immense vastness
blue sky
emptiness
present moment
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