Houdini's Book

there is a bookshelf filled with faded paperbacks covered in spiderwebs, with the exception of one; a single book sits enchanted, it's cover woven with fine threads and lined with a golden edge

with chapters beyond the depths of it's effluence and pressed flowers between tea colored pages... roses, lavender and scented sages

many leafs are soaked and torn in red, especially it's middle; but mostly intact full of birth, immenent death and great compassion

others are soaked in blue, especially it's rising currents; blue for the tears it sheds, blue for it's integral reflection, blue for the skies above, blue for the sake of just being, blue for healing

and through an eternal embrace, a key is passed unbound from one existence to another

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written throughout the morning and into the afternoon on 03/16/2010