on knot tying

July 30th, 2011 Comments Off

Six years ago today I tied my shoelaces to yours mostly because I love walking next to you.  At the time I didn’t realize your stride was so much longer than mine, nor could I imagine we’d get tangled in this mess of laces and limbs.  But here we are, limbs and laces tangled together, and I have to say there’s no place I’d rather be.  Excepting, perhaps, if we were to walk this tangled mess to the moon.  And when we got there, I hope it would become apparent that on my worst days do I love you (only) to the moon.


July 6th, 2011 Comments Off

My Sister, my Love,
dug from the same earth as I.
So that when we first met
it was as if the lost pieces
of our soul were finally reunited
and I was meeting myself in you.

And now, at your departure,
we may be tempted to grieve.
Today I forbid mourning
(though we both should hate
to forbid it).

In the space between us
lies the Spirit of us,
and as you walk away,
that space grows, expands,
and so does this love
that holds me to you.

wake up

July 5th, 2011 Comments Off

Let’s imagine, you and I,
what life might be like
if one day we awoke,
really woke up,
and looked.

The things we dreamed
were real were false;
those real things
we could not
see alone.

At first
the freedom
of sight might
be so blinding that
we believed we could
still be imprisoned instead.



slowly now,

and even more

slowly we’d see that what is real does not have to be painful.  What is good for the spirit is good for the body, and if our eyes can bear the blinding light our lips and belly will thank them.

Where am I?

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