Peel me open like a can and feel my raw beating heart in your hands.
Feel the rhythm and the heat, as the blood drips down,
into the earth it slowly seeps.
The sun shines down & cries with the wind,
I am brought full circle my life does not end.
The beating of my heart is no longer felt in your hands,
my soul carries on and flows with the rhythm of all and the land.
© A. C. A. (aka Aletheia Dasein)