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in the space to hold
a story ~
the mystery of days
and for a precious few ~
the rhyme of nights
where tablets laid
of whitest pearl
are reflecting now our sun ~
stones to walk
across the bliss of life
in the dream
we had forgotten ~
where living lies awake
for another day ~
another slumber come
denied the rush to losing
let us sit awhile
with love ~
and worry not what others
might have said
in the silence
where the song is felt
pressed against our music ~
a timid drum
eternally shall keep
in quiet let us listen
to the echo (is our soul)
the welcome home
as always known
(is knowing us again)
in the sigh
released by evermore ~
a name we dare not
mention ~
confession of the best
of all we are
to that which is
(without a place)
would fill us up with longing ~
and find us (when)
the world is fast
asleep
in the one
that is ~
our in between
of breathing and out ~
the truth we wear
needs never proof to be
the light is still
a door unlocked ~
prayers awaiting answer
~ forever
not so far away
we are
forever is being in the ever now I believe,
we will just turn a page and start another chapter, perhaps in a new book
if we choose….
beautiful in the slow rhythm of the echos you played across each line
always draws me within to listen more closely….
Take care…Bobbie…You Matter….
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always …just me
Thank you, Maryrose. You are so very right. This (this now) is an everafter all its own ~ every moment, a universe made new. Pages to turn and stories to be written, always with the sweet memory of what lies just beyond the sun. 🙂 Love you, Bobbie
just absolutely beautiful inspiration and writing, Love Linda
Thank you, Linda. Your kindness and grace are inspiring to me. Regardless of my occassional thought that I’m not saying anything that hasn’t been said before, you remind me that there are new hearts (and new ears) with us every single day. Thank you. ~ My love, Bobbie
Don’t know why you’ve brought William Blake to my mind:
“To see a world in a grain of sand
&heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palms of your hand
& eternity in an hour.”
Much love
O my, yes, Mira………this I know is true. Within the dust that falls from my eyelashes, universes collect and destinies determined. Within my hand, forever warms. Thank you so much, my beautiful friend. ~ Ever as such we are, Bobbie