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November 2009 
Hindsight
Posted on Oct 27th, 2008
by 
Shanti
Shanti
Hands pushing out the words I couldn't say,
Pressing my own thoughts into the way.
Tumbling over everything I thought to feel,
through this undergrowth of Love so thick it chokes me.
Sweetly,
because who am I to want to breathe so badly?
Unfurling my fist I scatter the dust of my being,
breaking the frozen peices of time when the winds changed;
forever taking me over and under
and everything equally the same again.
Never meant to hold so tight,
as if forever might forget me here.
To learn for myself
the difference between a pillar of salt
or a river of tears.
As life itself becomes me.
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the difference between a pillar of salt and a river of tears… wow
“As life itself becomes me.”
mmhhhmm. mmm.
Nicole, it's funny how images from the bible stories from my youth repeat on me in all kinds of ways I never imagined back then. Thanks for your presence and wonder.
Dawn, YES! mmmmmmm :) Love and thanks.
Any comment I could possibly make could not add to this terrific piece of writing.
Weldone indeed.
Nice… I like the 'Never meant to hold so tight…' I feel that one… Blessings to you. S
Thanks Dave, your appreciation does add to my experience of sharing!
Sherrilene, yes sometimes love IS holding on, but often letting go. Theres a rumi poem about how our hands are only useful because we can move between to the two.
Bless you!