how trembling this reflection now
as i too timid these steps do take
while you lap gently at my flesh
do you recall now how ages past
my breath you did endeavor to steal,
the beating of my heart to cease?
yet i survived and did return to you
your so sensual favors to court
and somehow earn your affections
you have been a home to me
a sanctuary from that all too concrete
world of lurid and angry ambition
when embryonic you did cradle me
in my youth you did enslave me
and fully grown you did my soul caress
why now then do you look upon me
as one whose like you have never beheld
a stranger whose touch means nothing?
ah yes, i see, grasping at long last
the message you so oft sought to convey
to a soul too lethargic to comprehend
i do not belong here, do i, not here–
in your reflections i do a world perceive
far from here, far from now and this
and you have wisely known all along
while i was too blind to see such truth
too crass such wonders to sense
i do not belong to this time this place,
but a land there is indeed and there
i will at last know our precious home
there i will know this perfect we
Salt Lake City 09 Aug 2012
….it is like returning to home. Love your seeking, George. Live life.
Much love and peace. π
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Thank you, my dear Pawan. Tomorrow I begin another journey. One of the greatest importance to me. Something that my soul desperately needs. I feel suddenly nervous thinking about it, and yet so sure — more sure than I have ever been — that this must be. Wish me well, my friend.
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Oh! My heart believes you. You go ahead, wishes you have from me, enjoy. π
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