Spiritual Warrior Thinks: What is Money?

I am life
jungle
rebirth
the thing after nothing.

I say my poetry
mantra mumbling on lips
collecting miles under bare feet
climbing mountains
on bare belly,
she grumbles hunger.
The other side,
setting fire
surviving.

Licking dew from leaves
in the fringe forest,
in the center
all is laid bare.
A rug of ashes.

And then a seed tousles
bursting her way
towards the sun.
I burst my way
towards the sun!
Seed, bloom,
stem, leaves, fruit!
A creature of ripening red
passionfruit
seeds on fire.
Bare teeth, bite,
I fill my middle
full
satiated
living under tree of abundance
dripping sustenance.

I am life
jungle
rebirth
the thing after nothing.

-Randi Janelle, 2015

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