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By Gordon Edwards

She said
that Rilke's
words about
loving questions
suggested an
image--
a painting
not yet born.
So the artist
picks up Blake's
golden thread
as a brush,
not knowing
the end
to which
it flows,
but feeling
in the center
as a seed
soaking
in the elements,
groping outward
in the dark
room
for the door--
the sun calls,
and we can
only follow.




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