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Force
The mists of morning shower the leaves and hardened pavement with the patient wisdom of inescapable time. Forces that come and go today have before and will again mark this earth with the passionate striving of plants to sun, people to meaning, waters to descent and root; to the longer cycles of creation and destiny the rock of my humanness yields, powerful currents parting around the face of my desire, gathering again behind me into the flowing future of a life stream I surrender in to understand.
Falling
Falling with the confidence of autumn, the seed of my abundance roots beneath the rain and snow, beneath the leaves and branches of what has left me, safe now to aspire in the cold dark knowing of my own place in the greenness.
Stranger to the Beloved
Entering the sheer and delicate beauty of her hypnotic sensuality creases of judgment fall from my face to the pile of discarded clothing at the foot of her bed, unnecessary in the dance of light behind her eyes and the healing darkness within her embrace of this long awaited stranger to the beloved.
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