<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Returned.... (Primitive)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">my soul hath returned<br>to the beginnings of faith, <br>before written history, <br>before there were words.<br>when god walked naked in the darkness, <br>her long hair birthing leaves<br>on branches that wept.<br>the stones whispered praise, <br>the trees bowed in prayer! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the gutteral moan of the wind<br>haunts the walls of the cave.<br>i dream of fire, <br>both shaking and sweating with cold.<br>while god talks with the wolves, <br>the turtles, and the owls.<br>and sounds mimic night<br>making love with herself! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">dawn calls from a faraway shore; <br>the waterfall hesitates, <br>as if in waiting! <br>unseen hands rub stick against stick, <br>till the spark of dreams ignites! <br>moan, groan, and the flap of wings...<br>and the only name be heartbeat! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am stone, i am tree, <br>i am river, i am wind...<br>i am the sound of nothing, <br>and the face of the formless! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">primitive, and naked, <br>i walk with god...<br>and nurse at the breasts of infinity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388740" data-title="Returned.... (Primitive) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="my soul hath returned to the beginnings of faith, before written history, before there were words. when god walked naked in the darkness, her long hair birthing leaves on branches that wept. the stones whispered praise, the trees bowed in pray..."></div> </div> </div>

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