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               Cold arrived and settled in as sky made crisp and clear, cloudless and still as cold drew moisture’s presence from the air and formed as intricate crystal lattice over window glass of translucent golden glow as light of sun sought in penetration through.                Even within the room, bed, sheets, and down throw of […]

“Love and learning…That’s really all there is isn’t it?”—John Williams _____                Intimacy and openness, nakedness and trust: it was method to their art.  It was essence to their love and, as of bodies in the last—in make—they enwrapped in intertwine, one losing self in other and becoming of a One.  One’s make and lead […]

        Such is the way of Mystics: nothing said and, yet, a known.  Recognition of signs, aware in a sense: faith, belief, and special trust in spite of the absurd.         Recognition, attuned, aware of the signs—she believed and let the Spirit lead.

               She was beautiful in the bright.  She was beautiful in the sheen.  Autumn height lived and passed yet she remained, brilliant in height-hue.                He gazed on her from near-afar as she spoke amongst a crowd.  Gathering of friends and strangers, it was only she that held his eyes: lovely in her presence.  Brightness […]