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Yesterday I sat with my old friend The Healing Tree her charcoal limbs a black grave in a grove where thirty years ago I heard a mantra, a prayer that changed my life: a seed song fruiting finally into soulfood, a life of spirit not what I studied, nor what I expected which is how life works, heading off assertively in some direction a chance encounter, maybe a side path taken, and what one thought was is no longer. I'm waiting for directions. |
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Issue #7, February, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.