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Untitled poem

by Zanthe


All the flowers that I could see

Had soared

Into the wind


I did not look behind me, as I went on


I could only see her

          My sky mother     My true nurturer being

I connect with her

I rise with the sun


The sun and moon

The night and day

The earth and sky


I am whole.


I do not need to fear

I will heal

          I will my healing


Newness and strength to all parts


My life.


To the great sky mother


My healing is embraced

          And my gifts to be known to the




I am the living, and

I live amid the living ......... Good Living!




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Revised: 04 Jan 2002 06:13:27 -0500

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