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I’ve heard it said
and felt it here –
beneath the place
where blood is tamed
red as crimson
– words are raised
to fill a different rhyme
I’ve known
without discussion
of somewhere else
I am –
an evening breeze
to move the trees –
a shimmer
through the pines
I’ve come this way
ten thousand walks –
lives before
this one alone
to stand beneath
a night of ancient stars
whispered names
I breathe again
while wishing –
once I knew
another day
is baked to clay
beneath these shoes
brand new
. . .
A magnificent one Bobbie. Dust in the wind, we feel the majesty, we connect.
…….we are never without each other……
Each day we are new…I love this Bobbie and you ❤
……..and I you, without end…….. ❤
And from this mud we became … Consciousness endowed with love …
….the best of all we are, the part that cannot be seen, but only felt within the heart ❤