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  Wings of Light
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In a Moment of Understanding
The voiceless earth is moving
out of silence
one bud at a time.
Winter was the chain
I dragged to this pale
green motion
when grass is still clean
and still learning,
and I rejoice in forgetting
and I rejoice in the
part of me that carries
all of you around with me
through frail winds
and promises everywhere.
The soul has no clue
about time or space.
Unchained, we reach to
quasars and back to
quantum kingdoms,
strange and revealing,
and in the purity of the unseen
and in the soft love
of these frothy days
I can believe
we are forever beginning
and forever one.
Patricia Joan Jones
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