With the whisper
of silent wings
our self and our
spirit  become one
yet never one
relentless energy
held in transition
to be absorbed
by those we seeded 

We ever drift in
unending legacy
Apple blossoms
maiden, mother, crone
we descend to stones
Soul wind and spirit
guides flow back over 
Mother Power,  the
handprint of time

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