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| Image: Howard Sokol* |
to friendship and my dearest friends
Here with you now
I am aware of the space between us
and the gentle river of words and gestures that fill that space with love.
You are like soft autumn rain seeping down into the meadows of my soul,
lush with delight, a great open field of freedom
rushing down to the sea under stars.
It is here I meet you,
as you are, as I am,
our bodies like bowls resonating in the night,
sounding out our recognition,
echoes of some other destiny once partook together.
We are two weary pilgrims at rest for a time,
stretched out in the grass with dew and dirt,
beach below and the receding surf reminding us that
somewhere in primordial memory,
your grain of sand and mine lay nestled next to each other.
And now in this eon of lifetimes beyond the original clay,
we feel the same sense of next-togetherness
deep in our bones and breath and blood,
bound together by water and fire and the bond of human spirit.
Our journey is long, roads into darkness and unknown dreams.
But we wander on in the womb of the world
to be polished from sand into pearl.
One day our jeweled selves will shine forth.
One day we will lie side by side again as we do now,
strung on a cosmic necklace of stars,
the constellation of our love made more brilliant
by lifetimes of travel apart.
| * | http://www.howardsokolphotography.com/ |
