The water cleaves the heart of the forest
opening the wound. Forcing its way to freedom
it pours the mud of civilization into her gaping chest
beating a rhythm faster than nature
We have forgotten how to move
with her river. How to beat the heart in time
with the flow and not race
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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