I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 October 2009

Verse Portrait 80: Spirit Sister

“Younger than you,” the seer said.
 “Dark-haired. A Celtic cross
around her neck. She will be
important.” Years later, visiting
the Caldera, strangers
we embraced at her door.
I read her cards. “You must
return here.” 

Life paths almost identical, even
same-named healing centres
in different cities. 12 weeks
we rented her property. She returned,
we stayed close, worked magic,
wrote. Never needed any
explanations. She is

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