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I sit on the earthy edge, my feet swinging
Like the youthful girl I’ve always been -
I sit in quiet prayer, my soul the violin,
The inner w..
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Twisting and turning,
The water pushes into the cavern,
Digging it’s damp fingers into the rock.
The bones are disturbed,
Pulled from thei..
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O, beautiful Spirit,
Your light touch reaches me soundly,
Straight into the mystery of my essence.
Our beating hearts join us in the flesh,
Our ..
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If I could be in the English countryside
I’d sit in the knot garden and listen to the whispers,
To the sweet girlish laughter and rustle of ..
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It is in the creeping, quiet moments
I love you most.
When my heart is silent, when the gentle tug
Of your essence envelops me
And all the w..
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