Mist rises from an icy pond — each the other — a water wheel.
What is illness but a place I visit when I believe that I’m alone?
I’m healed in the present — yes, that’s what love has done.
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Categories: A Few More Scratches
Tags: Be Here Now, Health, Ice, Illness, Love, Mist, Water
William Michaelian 
Beautifully written. So true. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen.
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Image-filled, simple, and mystical. I love it!
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I’m glad. Thank you, and thanks for letting me know.
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There are three deadly poisons
that will kill with no redress:
Arsenic, Cyanide
and loneliness.
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A lovely addition. Thanks, Gary.
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Not an addition. More of a sharing.
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Thanks. I like that better. It’s nice you felt to do so.
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You know we all love you, William.
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We? Your horse? Your dog? Your goldfish? Get ahold of yourself, man.
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We who follow.
P.S. Our horses like you too.
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