Beings of cloth & crystal dust

Made of love, wire, wool and cloth

 I have dreamed about you

sitting beside me

at the fire

with all your ancestors, guides and spirit helpers 

surrounding your being

it was a pitch dark night 

the sky was full of stars

the flames reached high

in the distance you could hear the thunder of a storm

somewhere

raging

but here in the circle

it was silent

it was warm

it was as if the air was filled 

with something sacred

a new birth

in the darkest of times

and when we sighed and peered into the flares

we understood

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