***
Aha…
That feeling of being…
and stillness…
and radiant joy
of letting in her countless faces fitting together as if in a riddle
that‘s always been sort of…
for its own solution.
Yes, daughtershine, yes again, all is for giving by giving up…
Meanwhile, that meanness of the while is placid this time about.
Hmm…
Savoring ivory worries weavering by and around.
Or is it again futile,
the usual flavor of today so-aptly-suddenly gotten zesty with
her won’der’fool pearle-scent moons’mile?
Nop.
Noddabid.
In ringing silence
we art but one.
God bless these times
and us on the side.
I’m in
Nov 28, 2012