Souls

Published January 18th, 2007

Sitting with you on our verandah Amidst a jungle of ferns, palms 

And emotions Looking out over the tops of red roofed houses 

Across to the ocean We sit together on our rough hewn hardwood chairs 

Talking, laughing And for me 

Loving beyond all earthly comprehension of the word Easing the lacerating despair I felt for too long 

As beautiful as it is, it’s not the landscape That causes my heart to expand and tighten 

At the same time In the quintessential spiritual experience 

Of love Could my heart have been unlocked 

To receive this beauty Before I met my soul in you? 

We have met before in lives beyond this one It doesn’t matter that you don’t feel the same just yet 

It doesn’t matter if you never feel the same My love 

It only matters that I do at this moment. That’s just the way it is 

For a mother 

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