To have and to hold
All within my own cellular bank of joy
Gifts like the ocean and the big sky
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A memory made in the world of a romantic
First meetings, first kisses, first explicit adorations
The people, the surrounding sounds, colors of magic making
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Crying over estranged love on the curb
I met my dearest sister
And still we laugh at our perfect encounter
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Reverential moment in time when I held a dying man
And the expression of his wife
And the friend I cried with after
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Forgiveness in my body
As only grace could feel
And another breath saved my own life
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Happy Buddha belly on a brother
The one who is not afraid to cry
And always finds the courage to stay
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Circles upon circles of women
Sitting with unconditional courage
To open more and more
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Attempts to move beyond fear
Belonging to a larger tribe
Despite stories and wounds
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Laughter as it moves through
The resonance of some that make wild abandon so accessible
And then you become that brilliant delight
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Sunshine of the desert kissing my flesh
Her rising and setting only possibly held as a felt sense
The impression that somehow allows me to keep remembering
