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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

healing tale of bringing sky into our hearts and minds and souls



all of us singed wing
tips black with soot and bruise
tears on our brows as we swing our head to the sky
skyward on ever

a water heater that won't heat
not enough time

a breath a whisper
flight into everything expanding
our destiny -> to be thought first:

thought following matter is backward .
Keeping us little wee ones who shiver and quake and is how we've been trained.