Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Love Meditation

Heart filled, with love.
Soon to find its limits:
heavy chest, tight throat.
Love's scary.
Sadness, attached.
Some inklings, why.
Each breath's bringing
more sweetness,
and fear, and grief.
Tis tender biz.
Gently, open.
No rush.

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