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She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother
that holds her dearly
pressed deep within layers
crystalline veins
become fingers of light

beneath the surface
precious stone
purple points of symmetry
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams she remembers
She sends Her Heart
Heart Pure

She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother  
that holds her dearly
millenniums of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

layers upon layers of
bones, stones n' trees
leaves laden with mud
pressed dense n' deep
beneath the surface
orbs of precious stone
purple points of symmetry

crystalline veins
become fingers of light
tunnels of silver
copper and gold
milleniumms of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

stones trees n' bones
mud laden with leaves    
pressed deep n' dense  
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams She remembers
She sends her Heart
Heart Pure

fingers of light
Illuminating
the Warm Core  
Beating Heart of the Mother

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Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved

《☆ Ode to Miller Spring ☆》

I have traveled this road.
I have traveled this road since
first I came to be here.
This journey was
my awakening to the
new existence I would step into.

Foreign to me
the illustrious homes.
Dripping willows, old oaks, poplars...
Perfectly kept grounds.
Checkerboard patterns carved
into lush grass.

This road is winding.
One needs to go slowly.
Families, children, animals, 
all enjoy this path.

The winds blow at this highest point,
up above the Glacial Basin
that forms the river below.
Before farmland,
home to
Ojibwe,
Lakota.

The Spring
The deep Spring of Healing
Ancient, pouring forth
from the center of the Earth.

This road, brought me to a
place of solitude...
An open space.
Land of possibilities.

I have traveled this road. 
I have traveled this road
since first I came to be here.
This road has led me to the new existence
I have stepped into.

Perfectly kept grounds
checkerboard patterns carved
in lush grass.

The wind blows at this
highest point,
up above the Glacial Basin,
that forms the river below.
Before farmland,  
home to
Ojibwe,
Lakota.

The Spring
The deep Spring of Healing.
Ancient, pouring forth from
the center of the Earth.
This Spring, that quenched
my family's thirst.
This Spring, that pulled my
people here,
so many years ago.

A road brought me to
this place of solitude.
An open space.
A land of Dreams.

I wonder,
what Dreams,
this land
will hold for me?

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~July 2014~May 2015~
2nd Edition
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.

"Miller Spring" is a pure crystalline-rock aquifer that has been revered by all peoples blessed to live within it's reach. The tribes of the Ojibwe and Lakota shared the spring. It was called the "Sweet Spring of Healing Waters" This spring was also shared with Settlers as they arrived. When the land was owned, the spring has always been made accessible, to All People. It should be noted that this spring water is exceptionally clear,
crisp and has a sweet bright taste
It is delicious!
To this day Miller Spring is available to all.
It's icy cold waters gush forth 24/7~365
days a year out of a well by the side
of the road, down about a mile
from my home.

I actually live in a modest house
on two original acres of this
beautiful land, which is now
bordered by five "illustrious" homes.
We moved here from the
City in the year 2000
Living in the suburbs was the
"New Existence" I had stepped into...

my lips graze the pulp of her fruit
and she seeps. we cling to the other
and such joy is new heat. our kisses weep.
and yes, we plumb deep.
i ***** at the throat of the nape of her neck,
and her hair speaks.
it drapes
and troubles my weak fist.
i grip her  lips with my lips
and insist. and yes...

we make love again.

as if " love again "
were the first love
that ever
happened.

Because
the fire burned
you filled
me up.

you filled me up
because
the Sun was
a joke.

i will never stop

because the stopping
is Unreal.
i will never
not Love you
because one kiss
Is

**** the World.

and there it
is.

She said
fast
And she did A WWWWWWWWWWWWvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvLike a rocket
she glided
like a dream
                                          she was
a tapestry
a magic landscape
a canvas to your sensoric
pleasure

you've caressed
her curves
like breezes gently
unleash pink dew
from blue grasses
you've
managed to tame her
rage, untangle
her
ribbons and silk
'your eyes shine like stars'- she murmured . . . . . . .
then came a hurriccane
of you' passion Rising
s h        o   o       ti     n          c l       o            the                
     s
as shattered roof tops
flying among bycicles,
stretching wild clouds as sweet
cat's opening her gems dim
beautique vision,

dragon-kites
allured by the happening
acculated words
Written in-to Ether fro'
Free sword at last!         kitchen
table started to whirl among wild ducks
love
spinn

as swans
we have loved
as swans
after snow