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she fancied herself
a poet
purveyor of fine words
but when she heard
the mountain stream's 
song of gushing molten ice
her tears spoke
her words fell
by the wayside
vanquished

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Journey's End

no compass
no lodestar
no boatman 
I need 
to find my way ashore
drowning in deep
waters of my heart
I'll meet my journey's end

224

Sanctuary

no compass
no lodestar
no boatman 
I need 
to find my way ashore
drowning in deep
waters of my heart
I'll meet my journey's end

224

Earth, She Is A Woman

She carries deserts
on her body
and stores within 
reservoirs of fresh water,
thirst-quenching coolness.
Molten fire churns her core
and above 
oceans of astounding depths
mirror the sky in calmness,
sometimes, only sometimes
brewing savage storms
of primal force.
Her fingers hold
green wildernesses
softly tending
budding, growing, dying life.
Flowing with the waxing
waning moon
she knows of love and letting go.
Every moment, changing seasons
yet nurturing roots,
Earth.
She is a woman.

~ Rwits

222

Desert and Ocean

desert within
desert without
and somewhere
an ocean
of salt water
trembles

221

Wounds

Coax them out 
with gentle words
from hiding places
and then hold
scarlet faces to your lips.
Listen well
to faltering
chronicles of pain.
Wounds are magic.
through them flow
torrents of ecstatic love

220

Earth And Love

in parchedness
or in plenitude
earth knows
of love.
she does not lose heart
when clouds pass by
for she knows the love
that pours from sky
is born
from the swirling depths
of her own oceans

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