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I closed my eyes softly and purposely There was a deep clear yet mystical dark pond staring back at me. I wondered into the pond, my toes first there was form, my toes touching my toes How odd. My eyes staring into my twin flame's eyes. Green and dark brown . Saturation only an artist could employ in the most esoteric painting, finding a place where the blending of earth colors are so rare. Like a residence of great manor and comfort. A resting-place in time. Swimming under the earth's pull in strides of great dominion and safety. A net that surrounds the universe for twin flames. Flames of great hue that light the heaven, Twins of rare color that saturates the earth, giving it new meaning. The old Indian woman named her Two Stars. Before their birth was given on earth. Primitive eyes recognize Twin Flames Two Stars recognizes Twin Flames reflecting from a pond. Vast, lucid, twin bonding ties, communication though each others eyes. A resting place in time. |