It was a time to pause
at the oasis, beside the mirrored sea,
to open my mind's gateways,
to be held dreaming in the hand of what has been,
suspend belief in what may come to be,
lose hopes that fasten fetters on what is,
and, fully in the present, to reflect.

Janice Windle

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