- Poem
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Bonding is a heart conversation . . .
I am a wave that flies
I am a wing that flows
I breathe wave wings
through the centre of myself
Between the heart beat
and the breath
Deep in the time of distinctions. . .
The space
among the cells
Between the lace webs
of light that bond
cell to cell
in relations of harmony
In the moment of conception
We perceive
the conversation...
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