“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”― Rumi
Meet me at a place of love,
a reunion,
where hearts need no words to speak
and grace is measureless…
meet me where symphonies
revive us
from our dark obsessions.
where flower beds are gentle
and lands grow fertile with joy…
meet me where dance is everlasting
and our anthems are heard among the constellations
and time is just the word we use to capture
the images we can’t forget…
let us become the now moment of this celebration
and even when emotions are strained
and merged with pain
and terrible longing
meet me there
even in the desolate landscapes of sorrow
and I will bring my offerings as human as I am
deeply flawed
yet illuminated by the radiance of star-dust…
these Long stories that require presence,
these unfinished confessions
call for a meeting place
where we put the world on hold
and remember who we were
before the foundation of the earth!
Where the shores of tomorrow are unafraid and we only see through a butterfly’s eyes…
©AllysoAlly2021
This is so moving Ally. Meet you at the four way stop, where we can laugh out loud and drink wine and break and bask in a chatty reunion and maybe wear silly hats.
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I might hold you to the silly hats! 😉
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The break bit is ‘braai’
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I thought you meant break dance….lol
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that would work. Not that I could do it!
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Loved this, Ally❤️
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Thank you, Sue….welcome back!
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