Sound carries in muted fog
mist surrounding all
Blanketing the senses
hiding the sun
Providing intimate space
in wide open areas
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There are times
my mind is fogged
Providing the perfect opportunity
to listen
To the muted sound
of Spirit
In the wildness
where salamander scuttled
under rushing river waters
shy dear would boldly visit us
and eyes and hair as wild
In the canvas tent staked
near the crumbling foundation
of the old gold claim
Once in the past
(a moment, a day, or years ago)
our eyes met
I knew you then
as if I’d known you always
My heart expanded
aching joy and love
and I knew bliss
Forever friends
my dear sweet partner
Simple little song
birthed from the depths of complication
Rises up as bubbles do
light and charming
Freckled by truth’s simplicity
a ditty from the soul
A gift from that child
who finally stopped to play
It turns and turns
spinning threads of Spirit
for the tapestry of Life
We weave our lives
with each decision
Create patterns with family
in warp and woof
friends add color and strength
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Spinning wheel
turning me
Make me a strong thread
in their tapestry
