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Hidden Eye
The fog envelops me
Breathing mystic knowledge and the wisdom of an ethereal being
The trees whisper their Spell of Making
Secrets of melody
Cradled in the limbs of their ever present silent watch
Sentinels standing guard
Observant and meaningful
The Owl calls me home
Wandering in the darkness
Praying to the Hunter
He welcomes me into his realm
to embrace me as a lover
Sweet kiss that smells of Earth
Of primordial longing
Womanly arts are sorceries of mine
...under the Dark Moon
The Earth mother comforts me,
keeps me,
feeds my Spirit
opens my mind, a hidden Eye
Oneness of vision
And prophetic dreams stabilize and
enchant within
my own Spell of Making
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