There are doorways
We find from the past.
Doorways in which escape
A time in place,
Hungered for
In the moment of opening.
© 1-June-1986 Sonja J. Phinney
The Hand and its lines,
Paths.
The land and ley lines,
Paths.
Distant reachings
Within.
© 01-Jun-1986 Sonja J. Phinney
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