and now my eyes have opened wide;
I see without seeing...
hear without hearing...many dawns have been presented to me
many moons have calmed my walking spirits;
my mind bears the scars of battle,
my body softens with each passing sun;
I smell without smelling...
touch without touching...
the sacred land on which my bruised feet walk
has been violated beyond recognition;
my heart lays on the ground
and I long to see my ancestors;
I taste the air for the last time.
17Aug13
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