and then peace said
"My most precious child
the war is over...
the war is over."
the war is over...
the war is over."
These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)
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