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Now We Enter the Water-Time, Dream-Time, the World of the Queen of Cups. {poetry}

Then there are the 'Dreams' we wake from, confused -- what is the dreaming world and what is the waking world? Which is true? Which really happened?

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Here We Remember: The Song of Myself. {poetry}

I feared the song of myself like the touch of a snake, and it was the slipping out of one skin into another, first raw, then the smoothness of new skin.

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How Much Pain Can We Hold? {poetry}

Equinox is coming, a time of equal light and dark. This season, we hold the opposites. Those who did not show up and love me, and those who did.

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Now We Enter the Water-Time, Dream-Time, the World of the Queen of Cups. {poetry}

Here We Remember: The Song of Myself. {poetry}

How Much Pain Can We Hold? {poetry}

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