Everything is intertwined, my love…
Everything is intertwined,
my love…
.
.
The sound of the bees,
as the light breaks
over
the desert plains.
.
.
Each being, dreaming
and being
dreamed.
.
.
Everything is intermeshed,
my love.
.
.
The wind that cools
and
the fragrance
of the dry leaves
in my hands.
.
.
Rock and blood.
Becoming lost,
again and again…
.
.
Losing the path
and finding it
so close behind me.
.
.
Blessed by the night,
and
the generosity
of the ones
around me.
.
.
Everything is entangled,
my love.
.
.
The sweet sound
of the tiny feathered
love morsels.
They dance
and nurture.
And when they come close,
I know,
I am being loved.
.
.
Everything is connected,
my love.
Each little lizard becoming
a grand rock.
Each chola, singing to me
in a great chorus.
We sing the same song.
.
.
All these forms,
created
millions of years ago
and we
the fortunate guests.
.
.
Falling into our clay pots
now,
below the ground.
The past laid there,
as we whisper into the ether,
opening our hands
and our hearts.
.
.
Yes,
Everything,
everything is intertwined,
my love.
.
Everything is intertwined.
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