I have been slow to send these out, but here are the latest group:
Dear Diane,
Sometimes we stay through
uncertainty, our bodies breaking
open, hearts afraid–
Sometimes we find the right
questions, satisfying
answers–
Sometimes, we just sit,
full of heat and sadness,
fear pushing against walls–
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Dear Randy,
The quick flap of wings,
bodies linked in space,
softens my edges, reminds
me that we, too, fly together–
our interconnection
necessary as the air we breathe–
division born of fear creates
illusion of separation, yet your
breath and mind are inseparable–
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Dear Aaren,
That morning, the moon
left me breathless — hanging
low, framed by trees
the disk of its fullness
hooked my heart, pulled
it wide open–
these moments, we are
all connected, all whole–
