Posted by: Lisa | March 8, 2016

At Once

To merge or to murder;
to do both at once.
It’s true love and true
hate — a union
of opposites realized
in grace. Holding
the tension builds space
for workings of fate.
Spirit, O Spirit,
breathe upon my face!
Open the gate
to moonlit rivers
converging at their
own pace — at once.

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