It had been like dying,
like falling,
like the sigh of a spirit,
when you were born into the flesh.

You wanted to return to that place where life was tender and existed like
that forever.
Warm hands sweep under you.
You sleep.
When you wake,
you no longer remember.

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clouds grey and heavy
thunder cracks open the sky
unfolding birds' wings

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12th Century poem. Author unknown.

Tis a fearful thing

To love

What death can touch.

To love, to hope, to dream

And oh, to lose.

A thing for fools, this,

Love,

But a holy thing

To love what death can touch.

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Bucking horse
Drifting snowflakes flicker
in the morning sun

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Bitter coffee
I swallow the aroma
of a memory revived

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Dark divinity
I lose my brokenness within the shadow of those parts of my soul that I deny

I piece my shards together
into a new pattern
and see within
the reflected light of all that is sacred

then I know
the grief I had felt
had been gratitude’s twin
all along

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