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After death comes rebirth
After Pain sometimes Bliss.

 
 

Brave Whisper

Working to replenish our bodies from hours of dancing as one flowing song moved us again and again and again. We embraced, and I felt a whisper from your soul. You wanted me to feel your words, but to speak them might break the spell. A spell that was, for us both, long overdue and too fragile to trust to words.

I drank in those silent words with a deep full breath feeling you settle into my chest. My heart opened like a flower and joined the space where that whisper was born. The child of that joining, a single tear, ran down my cheek. A Tear of Happiness, A Tear of Hope, A Tear of Whispers not yet words.

The power of that brave whisper is with us even now. Its’ spell, weaving and growing through us in a frozen moment of time.

Two souls that refused to let hope die.
Two fools not yet ready to realize that hope has already attached in a way that cannot be reversed with a power that will not be denied.

A Dance of Hope and Fear
A Spell of Love and Tear

One More Time
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The cause of all our personal problems and nearly all the problems of the world can be summed up in a single sentence:
Human life is very deep, and our modern dominant lifestyle is not.
--Bo Lozoff