Poems Two Candles The Walk Beauty Broke Poem To Ease Lost Intact Too Bright Torch Inside Swollen River Innocence Night Shower Nature Midsummer's Day Let it Be Point of Blue Gone Emptying Turning Point Grotto Torn Dreamtime In Caves Snake Medicine Morning Snow Poet Circles on a Blade Disappearing Trace The Path Black tree Perfection effortlessness Swirl Cleanse Voice How Blessed Today Whole Fine Spider Web Winter
When it was all Flowing to fast, I asked to be left To swell out Into the bog, With no words, No face Or hands, I swelled out Like a river And healed As I soaked up The land.
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