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Artist Pamela Matthews |
There is a language which rumbles from within . . .
It is She
There is a song the heart sings . . .
For Her
There are waves of undulations through the body & mind . . .
Which She compels
She pitter-patters the heart
She turns the thoughts toward . . .
Her wonder
She breaks the illusions of our comfort
So we may be illuminated . . .
In Her grasp
She is Bliss & Love
She is Birth, Death & Rebirth
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