i want to be rich

i want to die rich

i don’t need money

it has no meaning

i just want to be rich with feeling

to be drunk with sleep from a honey hive

full with sweetness of singing 

feet kissed by soil that stuck to your soles 

from all the running down hilltops

hair entwined with seaweed

rich with knowledge of what its like 

to taste the warmth of healing in your bones

rich with giving

sashaying pieces of light 

like mosaics winking at the bottom of the ocean

for all of my riches will one day resurface

and meet a different shore


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