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 credence Portal looking in. Afraid to knock on the door in front of you. How many times have you stood at the threshold but been too scared to cross? What is it you fear? The unknown lies ahead. What awaits you on the other side? Only one way to find out. The door swings open, Will you enter? || || =**Rose Of Life**= || your loving touch Becoming I let wholeness breath my petals free Awareness Sweet fragrant Spirit touching senses into life Wisdom Giving beauty back to the universe Knowing Each petal, sweet miracle of life Oneness We are hues of color, yet one in Spirits blossom ||
 * //by Tara Simms// ||
 * < Standing on the outside,
 * < Standing on the outside,
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 * by Ellie LeJeune ||
 * I am unfolding gently beneath

 || 'Long roads less traveled as their way, Nor question choices made by them In days long past or nights long dim by words they spoke and did not say.
 * =**Winter's Roads**= ||
 * //by Ron Carnell// ||
 * < I cannot speak for all who stem

Each road is long, though short it seems, And credence gives each road a name Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams Or choices turned to darkened dreams, To where each road wends just the same.

From North to South, then back again, I followed birds like all the rest Escaping nature's snowy den On roads I've seen and places been, Forsaking roads that traveled West.

This journey grows now to its end, As road reflections lined in chrome Give way to roads with greater bend And empty signs that still pretend They point the way to home sweet home.

But all roads lead to where we go And where we go is where we've been, So home is just a word we know, That space in time most apropos For where we want to be again.

For even home, it seems to me, Is still a choice we all must face From day to day and endlessly, To choose if home is going to be Another road - or just a place. || summary