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| A Place to Stop |
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| Directly stated, the way of training, provides small rewards� no province is this of the open heart � Seek no strumming guitar� bleed out the pleasantries � fashion is to wilderness and edges given � wear this, the cloak of moss and pine� step out from offices opinioned by cultured minds � Stop here, with me, beneath the rock� look, another landscape is unveiled! breath the perfume, it is real! cloth woven thus, from sensation and unneedled thought gives this invited guest the place to be unraveled and made whole � |
| � Copyright Jane Yaeger October 2000 |
| � Copyright Jane Yaeger October, 2000 |
| Arrived |
| Our horses stop � he looks to me, eyes smiling no words � a moment to be still, to let the Voice of Love be heard � no new gesture, no touch, no sound to break eternity � this place and time and we in it have found each other in accord with life and we are in love with it |