approaching home
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we lovers under the sea
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Song for the heart (my old friend) ... Hold on,
Hold On to yourself.
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All the light in all the horizons shines
in the skeins of our loving, our crying.
Right under our skin--
Look.
Love what you have to love while it lives
to be tended. Tend it. Softly.
Use your hand
and your voice like a flowering word that has yet to open.
Say what it is that you alone contain--
the unsayable Yes, the inner fragrance.
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Let rain within
the inner gardens. Lushing now
as we speak of it. Bend to it.
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A life == A tree house open at last.
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Peace and health to all who enter here.
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