Kindred Spirit July 2008
I love you
It wells up a surge and I write in the power
Knowing the language can barely convey the reality.
Yes, it is hard to say.
The revelation washes down
You are standing under a waterfall
Or you were the beach sand rolling under the power of the surf
Life itself is experiential, involving
Detachment is only useful as a developmental stage
And how else can you know what you are, except to relate to life?
The song of a sparrow
The smile of a dog
The snort of a horse
The breath of trees
The benediction of roses
Love letters all around in animated form
I know you can feel my love
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