To stand in a puddle of water,

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or not.

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Common sense and your parents would say not.

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It’s too cold, its too muddy, unseen tapworms will drill into your sole,

and maybe your soul.

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And yet there is some hesitation, a yearning,

to stand in and step into another realm, even if only for a moment.

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To be with yourself,

to bare witness to and learn from the spotted tree frog,

the lace winged dragonfly,

the helmeted honey eater.

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To feel the sun and the breeze on the back of your neck,

a call to past lives and an ancient time, and way, that still beckons, 

and is strangely felt.

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So, submit to that yearning and stand for a moment in a puddle of water.

 

Feel the cold, the sharp pebbles beneath your feet,

the sun and the wind on the back of your neck.

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Heed the call of the wild, your wild.