Warm, bright
expansive and light.
The Golden Thread led
from the top of her head.
To the tips of her toes.
As all insight froze.
Every cell packed tight
with the warm, bright light.
Of The Golden Thread
as she lay on her bed.
Nothing moved,
nothing proved.
The silence
was grooved.
As The Golden Thread
made its way from her head
to the tips of her toes
and relieved all her woes.
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