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Poetry by Michael YapThe Inner World CollectionCurated collection
A handwoven veil between cool mineral shadow and a narrow field of warm light, with no deity, icon or sacred symbol.

Poem 01 · To Be Met

The Bridge Between Us

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A note from Michael

Why I share these poems.

These poems came from the parts of life that do not fit neatly into an answer—love, grief, longing, the body, becoming and the sacred.

I wrote them to understand what I was carrying. I share them because sometimes one honest line can find us when explanation cannot.

Read slowly. Take what is yours. Leave the rest.

— Michael

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