The edge of the spirit is like the cold bite of winter and like the hot humid gush of summer
It is like the still and unmoving mountain and the swift rush of the river
The edge of the spirit is the mysterious dark deep of the sea
And like the day that is bright and sunny
The edge of the spirit is like the bloody claw of the tiger and like the meekness of a doe
It is the slow death of poison and the just bullet reaching its mark
It is like the violent gush of the wind and the raging forest fire feeding the flow
It is the barrenness of the desert and the silent wings of a lark
The edge of the spirit is the innocent gaze of the child
A question full of wonder and a kiss sweet and mild.
It rivets the loins with passion and the heart with emotion.
It is inside and outside, present and absent, empty and full, yet leaves no obsession.
Author: Bliss
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