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The Ruins of Beauty~ The Mirror World
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As the mirroring world loses its grace
the Majestic forelock is loosened
and in the untailored breadth
of unharnessed Gifts
a darkness runs wild
unhampered, unrestrained.
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The Names flow to us
like water through earth
and each breathing wind
that shapes the Holy
into mantles of stone
and the elements of Life.
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The Mirrors of Creation
are spilling their beautiful Light
upon each Knowing
and each Returning
as the motions of Love
become complete.
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But not all Names bring ease
There are Beauties that are Ruins
like a spillage of war
a bare memory of Grace
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Find a place of transparency
and rest in its lace
a flow of nourishing waters
will restore a balance of Beauty
to each and every war-darkened space
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Our bones have knowledge
to hold onto Life,
take my hand
and I will take yours~
together we will taste healing
and the beautiful mirrors of Mercy
that are sown into this world.
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