lilac climbs
where once the stars
so easily aligned
love returned
without the ache
of time
a warmth
as truth beholding
hands to reach
as one
a morning sun
beyond the glow of dawn
had I wanted
for a moment more
than e’er would fate allow
a whisper of forever
on my brow
. . .
Imagine a world without sunrise or sunset, without time to behold or withhold, with only heart beats to measure the ages …
Perhaps the real beauty in life is found in the balance of holding on to letting go. What glory the sunrise without measure to the setting? I have known great joy, and also great loss. Through the eyes of love, they are the same…. There is only love. 💚
I sat holding a client while he wept a few days ago and a V of geese flew over. As he calmed we walked and the sunset billowed across the clouds in the sky. I reached his heart by asking when he had last looked up to the sky and seen the sunrise or the sunset. He paused in his striding to turn and look at me…really look…and he said ‘I need to pause Jane’. I replied there is love in the pause. I love you Bobbie. ❤ xXx
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