per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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was thinking of a number of my LJ friends (and myself, too) when I wrote this...
nola
evcelt

Note for the journey

When you are drawn down that hungry well,
That tunnel, bored through cruel stone,
And your eyes, straining through the blindfold dark,
Desperate for the least glimmer or phantasm,
Catch a firelight-flicker on the edge of sight,
Only to realize it sparks and glows, relentless
From the eternal flame that heats change's cauldron-
Remember that the skeleton of the flower
Shall be fleshed out in petals of heart-flame,
And you shall rise from the furnace, purified,
Alchemized into the truest gold.

05/27/2007

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You know, we're always here for you, no matter what.

Still down in the well myself. *sigh* It's like a huge cloud of ennui has settled over the world. *hugs*

you know you are family to me....so you can call ANYTIME! virtual HUGS and more real ones when i see you.

This speaks to me. Thank you.

You're welcome.

You were one of the people I was thinking of when I wrote it...

*hugs*

That's beautiful.

Thank you for sharing it.

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