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the heart of night
so softly beats
I sought to know her ways
stillness listens
loves her peace
attends, befriends her breath
long those hours
precious all
to hold a resting heart
to calm oneself in rhythm with...
where quiet hides her sleeping eyes
📸 on Pikist
From darkness spilled life
from sidhe mound ran waters fae
Inspired springs rose renewed
when Boinn's three rounds roused a river
…to drown in
From grief ran cool springs
when well-deep waters surged within
Wellspring birth bled long
til creative currents broke without
All things that live
must make a living.
…
From fabled beast to feeble bug,
each schemes to make its own way.
…
But great grand schemes will get you grief.
Take what you need, that's all.
A light craft takes the wind
and skims the water lightly.
Would it be epochal
were we to see one another
Or epiphany
for ears and eyes to yield to hearts
Natural or miracle
for word & thought to breathe of love
To live in epicycle
with the world & all her peoples
#BraveWrite
📸 1- Sarah Dahir (Nawaal Illustrations)
📸 2-Danica Gim