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o truth –
I’m a secret
you can’t understand
a feeling
untethered
as lines to your hand
I’m a place
for returning
again
(and again)
with wanting for reason
divine
I’m a storm
unrelenting
a fire so cold –
a fault to the blessing
relinquished by soul
where the stitches
are hid –
another one sewn
(a moment)
made sweeter
by time
. . .
tornadoday 
its so touching
Thank you, my precious Soumyav. You bless me with every visit. ~ All my love, Bobbie
Seamless are the garments where the stitches are hid, where love covers a multitude of shortcomings, a place where truth abides. I breathe deeply as I read these words, and let out a deep sigh. Love, Dee
I love that comment, Dee – ‘love covers a multitude of shortcomings’. Surely, that is the real truth of love. It is a grace we can never deserve. Thank you. ~ Always with love, Bobbie
So delicately divine, Bobbie. I love the “feeling untethered” – it makes me feel that that’s what we all are in this world… searching for the thread to bring us back to each other. Beautiful poetry, as always from your soul. x
What a wonderful way of saying it, Angela………a thread to bring us back to each other. As many knots as there might be, the universe will cross us up again and again, until we catch……. Thank you, my friend. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Awesome poem, swept away by the vibrant melodies which reach out from within your words! Your poems are always a very special gift! Thanks for always sharing pieces of the flame within. You are very special, dear poet! Sweet blessings to you always my sister!
Dearest Wendell……….sometimes it pays to realize that the real miracle of life is not the flight, but in the unfurling of wings, trusting the winds to carry us home. Thank you, my friend. ~ With love, Bobbie
A trust…, a release of the spirit to fly without fear…, to search for those things that are dear to us. There’s a mysterious sense of happiness in the words, darlin’ girl. ~xo~
Himself
To truly love is to embrace it all – the sorrow and the joy – the getting up and the falling down……to know only this – to love. 😉 Thank you, my sweet sweet Paul. ~ Bobbie xo
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You bless me, Cindy.
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