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Devellian
D. C. Bianchino is a poet from the White Mountains of New Hampshire. He is
a visionary as well as an inventor. Some of his visions are threaded throughout
this work, "Seven Crows," the title of which also came from a vision.
One of his inventions is a pipe that lights from the bottom, currently being
manufactured by native Wendats in northern Canada. They have given him a
position of honor with Black Elk, who gave us an account of the sacred pipe,
and Guy Siwii, who kept the pipe tradition alive in the East. The Wendat see
this pipe as a chance for reconnection as it is symbolic of a new direction that
conveys a message that it is not too late to turn ourselves around.
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Desire, is a feeling no less true, than this love that I can feel when next to you. And if you're feeling what I'm feeling too, then what we're feeling must be love, the kind so rare it's held above, because it does what no other love around can do. It doesn't try, and it doesn't have to look, when someone passes by. It doesn't lie, pretending that it has the wings to fly. It doesn't cry because it's missing something still inside. It doesn't die, because, it's held above; for you and I. |
![]() I fell in love with the moon as it took my heart when with my eyes I saw it full as it came to rise, I fell in love. |
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