They call her Healer
They call her Witch
Demon and Goddess
Vixen and Temptress
Otherworldly obsessed

The spark that lights desires
The calm inside the fire
The Mother, the Maiden, the Crone
Collector of old stones
Protector of all souls
Keeper of the light
Worshipers of the night
Seekers of insight
Readers of omens
Words left unspoken
Healing what is broken

She is Women.— % &

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They call her Healer
They call her Witch
Demon and Goddess
Vixen and Temptress
Otherworldly obsessed

The spark that lights desires
The calm inside the fire
The Mother, the Maiden, the Crone
Collector of old stones
Protector of all souls
Keeper of the light
Worshipers of the night
Seekers of insight
Readers of omens
Words left unspoken
Healing what is broken

She is Women.



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Wind in my eyes
Furrow upon my brow
Smile on my face
The jester always wins the crown
A dash of morning light
Breaks through the clouds
Winter's sun warms the heart
The soul sprouts wings
And flies to newer, higher
Passage of thought
Breaks free and soars
Above identity.— % &

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Listless tortured soul, to weary to rest. Lie thyself down in fields of thoughtless awareness. With each passing cloud a thought crests in behest of acknowledgement and bewilderment. Do not detest these curiosities, for they are the symphony of souls sympathy. Only a moment till the next fleeting memory, a collection of recollections. Allow them to pass by but deny them the capability to capture you emotionally.
Finally peace, everlasting.

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You've gone...
and now the meaning
of everything
has changed.

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I was searching for you
In the mountains and the wind
and I found you
In the words you had written
and left behind
for me to find
Find you...and that feeling again.

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I was talking to the Moon about You-
and You flew by on a shooting star to tell me you're okay.

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Mankind cannot mend their flaws, they can only overcome them through sheer will power.

-Liam Wallace Patton

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This is not the end -
It never was the end-
There never was an end -
Or even a beginning...
Just a reflection of a reflection-
Of a reminder of a memory -
Of love, joy, pain, laughter and loss.
A hallowed circle -
Coiling and entwining souls
with the senses of mortal longing.
A spiral of spirituality and sensuality -
a pull towards discovery -
a moment of epiphany -
and the lingering ...
yearning for Empyrean.

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I want to live
where the sun never sets
and the listless hearts
get some time to rest
because the days so long
it's endless.
I wanna wake
by the rivers edge
where the cyprus trees
dangle from the ledge
I can hang my cares on the limbs.
Let them blow away on the wind.
I want to love
like the earth loves the sea
and all living life is flowing free
like the love that is shared
between you and me.
It's the kind of place we all need.

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