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Coiling
Identifier
000025
Type of Spiritual Experience
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I have added my painting to this poem
A description of the experience
The Visitor
Coiling
Like bubbles opalescent hue
They drift up softly closer to
The pattern that will understand
And makes the writing in the sand.
As rivers flow down to the sea
So smoke will curl up running free
And never altered never changed
Though Lethe may have rearranged
Like coils, like curls, as thread imparts
As rope, our thoughts are to our hearts
Is always there for us to climb
Outside the grip of father time.