there are a pair of eyes somewhere,
that haven't forgotten your face,
haven't had you misplaced
in the ether.there are two ears somewhere,
that hear lace being woven
between branches and continents;
turning green.the thing is-
hearts come and hearts go.
hands caress and wave good-bye,
breaths of lovers lie
wanting only a kingdom of your time.it's that pair of feet walking away
in solidarity with the path,
that will always jump in any puddle
that remotely feels like you.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Hafiz. Mary Magdalene. Pir-o-Murshid Hazrat Inayat Khan. Lao-Tzu. Joan of Arc. Allan Watts. Billie Holiday.
