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illuminations

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I watched the mother bear,

as she gave birth to a thousand pages.

The bears standing near held her paws and coached,

helping tobring forth the dream.


I wondered where the papers flew away too.

They flapped their pages together, like strange written birds.

Some were caught up inside invisible wind devils,

swirling and dancing before my eyes.


I thought for a second; I am the bear, the bear is the poet.

For a second this was true and I wondered at how many places

my pages would fly to.


Dreams are frail when born; courage sparks the fire that

illuminates their promise.

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Trish Noble

Writer, Artist, Dreamer.

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I design, write, and generally have fun

experimenting and creating things.

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Even if I suck at it.

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I am a Jungian enthusiast and avid dreamer.

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I have four cats.  They all think I'm crazy.

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