my animus came to me
bleeding
in a dream
a mountain goat
standing
he showed me
between his strong legs
thick hairs
a rag soaked in the moon
the smell of his strength
and compassion
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Poetry of Light 
Powerful, redolent. Thank you, POL. xo
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I’ve been having a series of dreams this Spring that seem more physical, more sensual than waking life. I can wake up and go right back into them, which I haven’t experienced before. And it’s the same dream person in every one. Thanks Sirena Tales….Your encouragement is a joy.
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Very intriguing! And I’m so pleased to hear that my heartfelt support makes a difference in any way, but joyful is wonderful! Thank you. Dream on….
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Have I told you lately how much I LOVE YOUR POETRY? If not, there it is…
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Thank you Susan. Your enthusiasms are always welcome.
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Memorable images…and master crafting.
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Memorable indeed…. Thank you Bonnie. The image is staying with me. I think I could paint it in detail.
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luna’s magic
translating tongues
tickling ideas
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last night
the symbols
fell in place
misunderstanding
all I see
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Yes.
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Thank you Ocean Passage. You’ve been bold in your encouragement and I appreciate this. It’s been a centering influence. xxoo
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I will continue to restrain myself from commenting on every piece as a tour this early work regardless of how crazy powerful beautiful or lightning-struck it may be… I’ll just read thinking … in the telling and then the listening. You’re an amazing gal Jana White.
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What an inspired surprise to be brought back to these poems. I’m riding along with you here Chris… and you’ve stopped at one of my favorites. Thank you for this!
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