When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Now THIS . . . makes sense

You smile

You twinkle

You talk sense
with a depth and richness.

I am opening ,
didn't even know I was closed .

You are
pulling , gently .

We are traveling some where . . . 
doesn't matter where . . .

from the beginning . . . . to the middle
 A place I'd like to be .

Balanced . . .   that feels good .

Trusting  . . .  A word I'd love to believe in.

Slowly. . . . we travel there together.

You are a  man ,
 noble hearted with a soulful spirit .

We have good intentions. . .

                      We take our armor off here .





Lark

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