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http://WORDWULF.com/PHILOSOPHY ~Bridges~Walking the path of life, we learn night is just the other side of day. Dreams are bridges between the two, visions apart, light and darkness, windows open to possibilities, life and love.

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~Mountain Song~ We are taller on the mountain. Our brothers and sisters, creatures
and trees, voices of the breeze, whisper, sigh, Mother, Father, Earth and Sky.

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Meditation VII: Over yonder, deep inside, creation echoes celebration, singing
the day.

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~Children of the fourth darkness must learn quickly.  There is no time or space for innocence. Be
aware or perish, victimized but alive, suffering shame before they learn its
name, loving the hand that strikes them, fearing the hand that hugs them. It is
the same hand, dangerous and deadly.

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~Haunting Me~Thinkin’ ‘bout
endings, about going away. Unanswered questions, they are promises broken. They
are lies left unspoken; they are haunting me.

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~Contemplating distance, earth and sky, heart and spirit, love sent, spent, fingertip
kisses blown, carried on the wind, so great in comparison to human
insignificance.

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Meditation II: Maker: You painted the ceiling again when we closed our eyes.
Blink, they open and see your brushes have created  wonder beyond what hands make, minds imagine,
spirits expect.

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~Night~Day drifts toward evening, deepening. Long shadows prevail. Restless
spirits ready themselves for the peace of night, the howl.

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~Letters from the Monastery: I: Confirmation
of Darkness: VI~ She met him in a lightning storm, captured, ran away
with his heart. Years grind our dearest dreams to dust. They become clouds to
confuse and confound us. A poor lover, he struggles desperately to recapture
what were, perhaps, only thoughts of a blind man who believed for a moment he
could see.

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~Letters from the Monastery: I: Confirmation
of Darkness: V~ If not for the glad-song of his children, he might
swallow the carpet nails of life, sing a rasping, gushing, blood-song, allow
himself the strength and release of weakness. Through their innocence, they
sustain him, demand with the purity of their love that he stand diminished,
love them unconditionally.

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~Facings~Pay them heed, those nearest
to hand. Amongst them, you will discover
your greatest gifts and
most profound threats.

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http://WORDWULF.com/POETOGRAPHY All things considered, a body needs time to think.

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~Letters from the Monastery:  1: Confirmation of Darkness: 4~ Struggling
to find peace of ground, running bare-skinned through snowfields, his spirit
howls out to the gods seeking confirmation of destiny, its voice singing a
litany handed down from the cradleboard in chains, the slave camp of his being.

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~Curse of Days~Line moves slow,
a lady cries; children, it’s a loaded gun. She can’t stop, yeah, she kiss his
face, the dead eyes of her fallen son. Ya move along, we plant ‘em deep. Children,
we got hands of clay. Beginning and the in between, the end, we got our curse
of days.