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Weight
Who will carry the weight of the forest when all the trees are gone, the branches once laden with winter darkness and heavy rain; who will make the music of the river or tell the stories of stones face up in melted snow; the weight, the music, the stories so old and quiet, there is no other like the land; her once ardent lover must awaken, to dance once more within her arms and learn again to carry the weight.
The Great Silence
We search in darkness at the gates of mystery, touching to release the flow of life; moved by the hunger for freedom and feeling we touch the hidden places until the gates release and the river flows, roaring in our ears, gasping for breath, arching together upon the river, breaking through the final gate into the great silence.
Hunger
Out over the tarred rooftops, past the busted facade of the corner tavern, the cobbled chimneys and worn out billboards, a hawk glides graceful, arcing in the high winds, reminding me to reach, reach, and let the hunger guide.
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