whispers in the wind suggest magic
beckoning me closer and closer
i feel a tugging in a place so deep
denying the seeker within is not an option
in Ireland there are holy wells
thin places
between now and forever- a looking glass of sorts
my holy well is calling
hints of connection
now shamelessly flirting with the infinite
love pulses through my eyes and lips
and fingertips
i can feel it gushing through me in waves of light
burning fear and incessant mindless thoughts
forever exists in this very moment
and fear is but a collapsable marionette
of my own creation
a phantom that never ceases
to evaporate in the white light
closer and closer
my holy well is calling
a thin place drawing me in
yes, yes is my answer
the universe is conspiring for my illumination
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