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ANIMA MUNDI

we walk alone as the time commends as the need arises as the love fulfills mother of each day’s world I have engaged in intimacies before holding a cat as he died a child with a sore throat sitting in court beside a scared twenty year old going to jail for freeing a pig what seems to be a mistake is often a brave step into situations which prior to this had appeared unapproachable but things look strange only when the full pattern is lost chant to fear, encompassing it in wholeness align outer with inner and give yourself new names each day horse-that-walks-in-darkness spirit-who-flies-above-clouds and become eternally new love sits high on old crooked legs and recycled gold paint from the dumpster after so many years after animal rights after finding love I write the Book of Hours for life gets more archetypal at the end and old age is not a disease accepting this we round the circle into the hexagram of Peace

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