For When the Mists Between the Worlds are Thin

For When the Mists Between the Worlds are Thin October 30, 2010

Go into fear
Embrace it like the friend it is.
She whispers in a voice like dry reeds and leaves
This is important.
This is what you need.
This is the core.

Abiding deepness
A shadow hiding
Magic toadstools
To reach
To grasp
To be the image in my heart.
The mind taints it.
The fear holds it
Spiraling outward I reach to the sky
I see a dragonfly, mighty hunter,
free
and fast
I fly upward.


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