I proceed up the path and through the gates into the sanctuary of divine realms.
Ever kissed by the wind
Every held by the earth
Every flowing, as the wellspring feeds the fountain
Every engaged in the present moment, as the flaming heart of true passions desire.
I join myself undone and renewed once again of my own blessed hand.
Where standing upon the thin edge I bend, kissing the mirror between
I see reflected, my eyes
and know the truth of what I speak in your divine ear.
S O Timpany
April 9, 2012
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