Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Suddenly I saw in one new moment
Of clarity
How each knot in my string
Has been made, which have held fast
To be and hold the beads
That bejewel me,
Which have unraveled,
Purposes untold or no longer needed.

I dreamed last night of
Another me, several interacting,
One a young thin man, tall with long blondish hair
And a trimmed beard to match. A collector,
One only recently used to opening
His doors to parties of interested
People who traveled his path,
Often not knowing what they were looking
For until proximity made itself known
And there, a right turn beneath some old flowering
Tree leaves, was the well-worn, ancient road
Now reopened for treasure-sharing.

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