"Ile d'Iona" Soliloque~Prieres du vent, priere de la terre

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The Isle of Iona

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Soliloquy
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 Prayers of wind, prayer of earth

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There is an echo

 of incantation

that we whisper alone

Imagination reaches

across moments of time

as distance will collapse

inside the linear expanse 

of a wish

Stones of solitude

encompass the mystical earth
 as the wind is speaking
an ancient language

without words

Breathe

into me

as I breathe

into you

alone on the isle

you are here within me

and everything is within us both.

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The language of Soliloquy

is the language of One

and the language of all...

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