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| Dorothea Tanning - Self-Portrait (1944) |
A great peace has descended. In this wilderness.
The space between. What was lost. And what is yet to be.
The reverberations of such tenderness roll on until the end of time.
The rays of such beauty travel to the edges of space.
A great peace has descended. In this wilderness.
The space between. What was lost. And what is yet to be.
As the great wheel turns. Ceaselessly.
The medicine flows. Between center and circumference.
In this wilderness. A great peace has descended.
The space between. What was lost. And what is yet to be.
Only truth. Only beauty. Forever.
The medicine flows. Always. Only love.
