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"What we run from, we shall run into.
All that we reap, we must sow"


thanks to Noud Jan Gillisen for above artwork.


She falls behind, once again

and again

and again

on the edge of his gossamer web




She hesitates

It's mesmerizing  silken threads

bringing about an instinctive need


Reality grows in the garden of her mind

walk thru the dream awakened


A frightening thing

this touch of the intimate


this whisper of closeness

To be touched so close to the essence of one's soul



She moves slowly like honey

Towards completeion


Hesitation at the edge


Things fall apart

And come together


A revelation may be revealed

A higher truth

But love has no form


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