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Tanka the original spark Posted: 3/23/2009 8:17:45 AM
love, my happiness transcends all bounds in morning when I hear your voice in boundless joy possess oh love for I am lost in your embrace and survive for now on your whispered words alone your voice fills the air I joyfully breathe

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 3/22/2009 12:45:07 PM
an echo carried on the wind as a reminder, no a hungry ghost, composed of careless choices made. Left undone, they are cast such a cost to fotrtune's gain voices lost ignored, by a deafened ear dismissed with apathetic shrug and jaundiced eye when with a moment drawn aside, you might grant graces sublime guarding against an offhand act, which might disfigure or deform a budding shoot of purest form, passed by for it's image differs from our own contemporary tanka we are one congrats on the love afair!!

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 3/22/2009 11:56:12 AM
love when next we meet tis alchemy for time lies suspended on this night has no morning

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 3/13/2009 9:20:35 AM
Pillow Talk She bows her face a mask of porcelain and beckons no trace of emotion lies beneath that face of sublime composure discreet laughter rises softly as the courtesan's secrets are shared in whispered grace erotic memories of last night's encounters thank you Weareone and Domut, a note Domut try to resist rhyming when writing Tanka like the poem very nucg though

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 3/12/2009 5:06:46 AM
such a joyous noise an exultation of larks twilight serenade reminds me of the music together our souls now sing

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 3/11/2009 10:59:34 AM
suma e a passion unfolds stroke by stroke leaving time to contemplate our search for perfection

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The Vision Of Don Roderick ~ Sir Walter Scott Posted: 3/4/2009 10:37:39 AM
I see the burl coming down without ivy wrapping it's fingers around branches they will be torn out amidst the rapture posts not survive unless they earn the suns energy daily stunning read, my humble thanks Aine

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 2/26/2009 5:23:56 AM
one word spoken all it took was a slip of the tongue a paradigm shift worlds altered, all is made new again by a cry whispered almost unknowingly for now when I walk, heads turn pheromones swirl a silly grin upon my face oops my dear, my Freudian slip is showing when magic happens all is forever changed, metamorphosed a slip of the tongue a life re-infused with rampant passion glowing radiantly in the light of love

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 2/20/2009 4:18:42 AM
they fly each morning at sunrise five Appaloosas running freely past my eyes framed by blue and tangerine skies

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The Pocket Watch Posted: 2/14/2009 5:37:41 AM
He waits, nervously checking and rechecking his watch. Will she be there? Oh,this was such a vast mistake. He thought I am not ready for this age of instant commication. What has the computer age done to us. foolishly hitting a button, send and then nothing There is no more mystery, we are all defined and accessible. They brought the computers to the library, It took him two years to find the courage, to search time and space. With no expectations, he found her, another year before he messaged. She had been his first great love. A shining memory from a mostly forgotten youth. They emailed for a bit, too shy to send pictures. He found that he wanted more, to hear her voice. And so it began, a nightly journey retracing the past. It was her idea that they should meet, shyly he agreed. And so it was, upon this gray day in March he waited. Checking his watch, calibrating the minutes till she arrived. Would that love, the longing rekindled by remote control survive the passage of the years. checking his watch yet again he heard the train. She was coming? Perhaps, the years melted into seconds A great screech and the train arrived. The door opened, and he looked into her eyes. Smiling now, he took her hand as she alighted from the train. no words were needed, For in their eyes all time had stopped. And laughingly they strolled away.

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The Mirthful, Sometimes Dolorous Adventures of the Poem Posted: 2/14/2009 5:34:38 AM
missed you too. I assume the water in the pond is again safe to drink!!

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The Mirthful, Sometimes Dolorous Adventures of the Poem Posted: 2/13/2009 11:20:41 AM
I am called to follow, the night wrapped around me like a cloak of fine velvet. Each star a sequin sown by a careful hand. The Moon reflected in your eyes. I am called to follow. Your words echo, these are our memories look to the stars, I will be there , My love shining down on you. enfolding you , covering you with my mantle of love. You are never alone. I am with you always. I am called to follow. Hi Ger

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 2/10/2009 5:47:17 PM
the cello sang driving my mind deep into the melody our bodies rising and falling in complete unison our voices echo a myriad of emotion yet joined as the bellezze del canto sweeps us away in ecstasy the thunderous applause is naught but the beating of our hearts contented in full joyously spent enfolded in your arms timeless, eternal and yours modern tanka chain

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Haiku Game Posted: 2/9/2009 5:29:21 PM
to openly be whom ever I choose to be see infinity

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 2/9/2009 5:23:47 PM
two pheasants on crisp new snow blood sport hawk circles surveying his domain rabbit retreats pregnant goat swaying as she walks perambulator change of venue, some kiddie Ku, you guys are rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 2/7/2009 10:59:05 AM
I find you star gazing in the garden of the Rigden Kings you are my teacher and yet you are so much more I hunger for you in palpable ecstasy In the hidden city the lotus blooms at midnight a myriad of stars reflected in the water gardens the universe captured the inky water the lotus opens filling the night with its heavy scent all is magical my step softly traces the ancient path faint traces of incense scent the air I am famine your embrace only arouses my ravenous appetite softly we lie under the waning moon oblivious to all but our cresting desire If music is the melody passion is our counterpointed souls eternally entwined the constant interplay of transcendental chords the divine spark of kundalini fire

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 2/6/2009 2:29:59 PM
your eyes immortal for love that stood in awe of time double happiness the memory of your caress feeds the hungry soul

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/30/2009 6:55:23 AM
Ice age reactions leads me to stifling silences unable to express that which now consumes all my waking hours Numbing cold preserves each errant thought leaving me no escape no hope of transubstantiation an alchemist I am afraid I an not

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/29/2009 3:57:06 PM
ah bearwoman any time , you cam stretch, break fold staple or mulitate

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/29/2009 8:43:48 AM
The Sparrow dusky messenger of dawn calls me from my rest a new dawn rises triumphant as she voices her jubilant refrain

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Thoughts Posted: 1/28/2009 8:52:03 AM
Lochinvar She rests no more upon the hill, castle walls submerged in brackish green. The loch has swallowed her whole . The Faithful Gordon mourns, Queen Marys most unjust demise, No longer free to roam her verdant shores. Lochinvar fair castle rises not above the shining loch in Galloway's hills, So sing the bards with angelic voice. Of echos past laughter rustling through, the gray green trees and heathery hills whisper restlessly, yet no one hears. copy write Anne Harding all rights reserved

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/28/2009 8:13:01 AM
In your eyes exists no time or distance to be bridged matters not the way your wanderings twist through starlit skies my hearts' compass marks the well worn day In your laugh resides no trace of loss or regrets unspoken joy rekindles wistfulness and times passage marks not the hours that separates us on this earthy plain In your voice my world survives intact, alive all that I do hold sublime pours forth and echos throughout time thus preserved circumstantiated in the stars filentitty probably miss spelling , lovey Tanka thanks you

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/27/2009 3:41:19 PM
Ah my friend my humble thanks

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/26/2009 6:31:40 PM
peace eludes we look for it every where playing hide and seek in the closet, under the bed, where? nothing there but clouds and lint slow down listen inhale, count, watch your breath complete the circle feel,the energy grow, rolling pure light expanding upward feel the energy flow root,sacral solar plexus,heart throat, brow and crown each expanding effortlessly balancing eternal joy within for it is taught that what we think, we become the joy we seek is the song of our inner self there in the rhythm of our breath

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 1/26/2009 6:21:19 PM
thanks looney, guess I am just a weird magnet hugs Annie

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/26/2009 6:16:37 PM
fog lit winter moon night shines on in shades of gray ghost dance shadows dance in unison marking well their invocation

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/24/2009 2:35:08 PM
your eyes immortal for love that stood in awe of time double happiness the memory of your caress feeds the hungry soul

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/23/2009 7:34:23 PM
Bearwoman need no stree to much on syllables, we are not writing in oiginal language, just keep the short/long/shprt/long/lond and all is well

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/23/2009 3:50:52 AM
well done jo, my your words have grown, nice work

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/22/2009 4:13:21 PM
moon rise winter bright across fields of ice crested grass blinded , the stars fade only you command my view silent proof of divine light copy write 2009 Anne Harding re the monk no I loved the write words were not misunderstood

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/22/2009 10:04:12 AM
Gallops shadows Cool sunrise Dry gardens Raked by the monk Frost in the air scent of tea Will Mother remember me lovely thank you

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/22/2009 4:18:13 AM
Cherry Blossom blazing against the snow Serenity all the world is awash in constant motion, whirlwind contemporary Tanks let us return to the peace garden, thank you ladies for your support, Bearwoman thanks you for your input, Rosie, Perfect, we are one, all other that my short term memory has now blocked out thanks

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/21/2009 7:21:25 PM
sorry for my absence I has been in hospital, write away, play sing please and blessings Annie

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/21/2009 6:33:41 PM
your laugh rises as myriad bubbles in fine champagne and I the empty glass cling tightly now to the vestige of your anima sublime memories are at present my impelling force For I no longer mourn the absence of your earthly flesh enough it is for me to treasure sublime moments past sated now in ethereal congress like the greening spring will you again return to me renewed passion shared again under lake-lit stars entwined oblivious to abandoned hours Anne Hardin@all rights reserved Author notes

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 1/21/2009 6:31:28 PM
Twelfth Nights' Eve, under the ice moon's stare. In Badgers Bay the village streets did blaze. Light the Lamp, uncork the stout, the Mummer's troupe has staggered out. Aye, at the Saracen's Head a pint was offered up, and Just a dram of John Barley Corn gave vigor to the feet St George did command the way, the others followed suit. Ushering in the hope of spring on a cold, cold winters' night. Winding through the village streets the battle pitched it's way. Listen close, open yea doors. The Mummers be about! Anne Harding@all rights reserved

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/21/2009 6:24:00 PM
re the peace garden, I a, sorry I have not been around I have been ill and in the hospital, but I will now be back daily in the peace garden, this is not a classroom, it is supposed to be fun and we grwo by writing, it is not a trolling site, it is a poetry site, you write what you want in a basic format, ot is not a chain game like the Haiku, thi is Tanks, it can be about anything it is not limited to a snap shot od theday outside of your window, PEOPLE WHO BASH, TROLL OR CRITICIZE OTHER WILL BE BANNED, So I m back and I will be watching , any problems PM me, sexy, rosie skybow we are one , this is your thread, as well as mine. if you are posting here to casue trouble or to feed off others your posts are not wellcome. Mystic am I clear? No trolling

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/21/2009 6:12:29 PM
Mystic the problem is you trying to take over someone elses thread, OH MY IT IS MY THREAD????? IT IS FOR THE BEST THAT YOU DEPART FROM THIS TANKA THREAD

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/10/2009 6:31:21 PM
your laugh rises as myriad bubbles in fine champagne and I the empty glass cling tightly now to the vestige of your amina sublime memories are now my impelling force For I no longer mourn the absence of your earthly flesh enough it is for me to treasure sublime moments past sated now in ethereal congress like the greening spring will you again return to me renewed passion shared again under lake-lit stars entwined oblivious to abandoned hours Truth Rosie, wow great writes, and oh I miss Witch Hazel flowers in February in Ct, alas not here when all spring squeeze into two weeks daffodils, lilacs, forsythia, all at once in a great jumble of color, until the land is covered again in fog,only the lupines and foxfire thrive, until fall and the land creeps out again, the light like fresh cream, the marshes and maples vivid shades of red and brown, Rowan and fir, apples falling off trees and rose hips the size of oranges and the sea, oh shit I do love it here in my adopted land of fog and wind, hmm I think I have a poem working here and I love you two very much Annie

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/9/2009 6:46:47 PM
yes Whales sound delight short buoyed weightless in the sea long sea kilgo a sacred passage pivot levitate on angels wings long hungry heart for the divine long two separate parts both work off the pivot and together very well done indeed

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/9/2009 1:06:48 PM
Namaste, there should be peace in this garden

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/9/2009 8:52:00 AM
Oh Rosy you were not condescending, Mystic to be, I should have said nothing, this is a thread to be enjoyed,not to stress o form or format, write what is in your heart. love Annie

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/8/2009 8:21:08 PM
First steps Cast in stone Preserved DNA encrypted No anonymity allowed Recognized Foretold and established Destiny Recognized forever Brave new world revisited contemporary tanks Re Mystics comment, Kilgo is not just season, but also place or time, Tanka predates Haiku by over 1000 years and Kilgo applies in both formats, tanka was often used to deliver love letters so the kilgo would have held valibul hints to the lovers. this wass an excersie, writing an answere to a old Tank/a. this poem was written around 912, I think years before the advent of Haiku an new form in the first poem the kilgo is the moon, not the mountain meaning at night, or when the moon rises so does he, A secret it is, but When I feel love rise, From leg wearying Mountains, the moon Sets out, and so do I. written by Ki no Tsurayuki Our secret Passion shared by two A tryst Under a canopy of stars nothing is hidden from the moon my response as for syllables count, the count is not the most important part, if we were writing in Japanese, the syllables would make more sense , a contemporary or English Tanka and Haiku but even in the original language the count differs. the verse is judges more in a short/long/short/long/long verse pattern also in Haikuthe poem is supposes to be about two different things, joined by the central or pivot line Haiku is nature based a senryu is more about emotions, there are many versions pf eastern poetry form, this is supposed to be fun, I may not be here all that often,but I do read my thread every days, I answered questions asked, if you (anyone) have a problem with my definition try posting it with out sounding condescending, and be correct please

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 1/7/2009 9:08:58 PM
there are specific tanka formats both modern and traditional that you should be able to read the upper verses and the lower verses as two separate poems, the 2nd short line is the pivot and you should also have a kilgo which tells the reader when or where the poem is set Namaste

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Old Souls...... Posted: 1/5/2009 1:50:09 PM
Raven-like stood he fingering his well worn rosary. His usually immaculate cassock rumpled, stained mahogany red. His cincture and Pectoral Cross, cast away embedded in the dust. Looking down, he saw his biretta and cape laying discarded. No, not discarded. It was mounded, softly cradeling the outline of a body visible beneath it's folds. Who can it be? Brother Gabriel? Father Campion? The cape once more covering anothercasualty in the battle for human dignity. For what, this Latin American Liberation Theology? Clawed back soul by soul, sctratched from this wasted land. Shunned by the mother Church, still toileing to tend her flock. Why, what good, a nother Jesuit dead, And they, the butt of jokes by ignorant men, still we fight for basic human rights. How many of his brothers have been martyred on these bloody streets? Now here lays yet another victim to chaos that is life in the heart of poverty. Peru, Brazil, El Salvador. how many more, Lord, how many more? Must die, for what? Clean water, decent food. a place to sleep. Drawn now from contemplation, he looks up. Multitudes swarm around him, each craning for a better view. Jostling, crying, stunned and wounded, clotted against the chapels doors. Scanning the assembled faces, stained with tears and horror. he sees, one serene vision. To his astonished eyes, it was her, The Madonna Della Strada, Our Lady of the Streets. My Patroness, Here? How can this be? But she is there, shining like a star amidst a murder of crows. Turning her head she beckones him to follow. Slowly, he begins to understand, Is that me? No it can not be, Ah, but my Lady's presence here must suffice. Today, it was my turn.they came for me during Benediction. Now remembering, the doors bursting open, They came in with weapons locked and loaded, The Monstrance, lying open cast upon the floor. The Chapel, that should has resounded with strains of Adoration rang with shouts and frightened cries the few elderly parishioners rounded up and herded out onto the dusty street. He remembered walking out, the pressure of cold steel against his back, then nothing, Looking around, he saw she was still there, Nodding she beckoned him to follow. Once more he looked at the lifeless form on the street. Yes, it is for me they mourn. Searching , he found her waiting. I am coming my Lady, coming . Their footfalls silently threading through the growing crowds. Jesuit Resurrection

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Old Souls......only Posted: 12/21/2008 9:40:32 AM
She can hear them now. The crowds, stirring, The smell of urine, unwashed bodies and stale wine. The animals are getting anxious. Lion and leopard pace. All is in motion, her hand holds the crumpled parchment. Opening it, her heart tears. Oh,please my love. Not tonight, do not match us tonight. The ink has blurred. Her tears blending and loosing the line. The message rings clear. Imprinted no, branded to her soul. Olivia: My shining star. The Emperor has promised our freedom if victorious today. Courage. Do not fail me now. I have begged Flavious to call you not today. It is my right, I fear his word is false. Caution , my love, do not fight. If we are paired, take my life. You will be freed. Leave me not a cowards death . Take my heart, you own my soul. Marcus The executions have begun, the screams of the criminals rise higher choking, the crowds clamor. they haves little interest, preferring not their tainted fear. There is no time for reply. The Letter She can hear them approach. Her Helmet and sword ready. She walks, the corridor rank with death. Heart racing , who is her opponent? She can not see. The sun blinding all, after the dark within. She steps into the arena, Silently muttering. Oh mighty Anubis, Swift Mercury come to my aide. let it not be him.................. written in response to a poetic challenge , love letter and gladiators

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 12/21/2008 9:38:36 AM
oh the wonders here words transporting soul aloft mystic nights ablaze touch the starry heavens bright whispered in a soft refrain my words are stunned the peace garden flowers indeed!!!!!

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 12/15/2008 10:43:38 AM
Autumn's song whispers blessings floating on the wind soft, my lover calls kisses like breezes caress I wear his passion like pearls Colors of my love Rose touched skin against silver flesh and blood alive Ice and stone touching heaven Star-shine captured in his eyes Off to find lost time I no longer second guess My wandering one Where the stardust in his shoes Lures him on to touch the sky Content for now, I Watch the skies where Mizer shines Vincent’s Starry Night Topsy-turvy shines as two Entwined for eternity and a day reworked and edited hi Rose, far be it for me to know all the rules learning slowly both are lovley writes and thank you \i am well and happy, B us off hanging off some mountain somewhere, prefer to know about when he returns the letting my imagination roam while he is off my kindest wishes for all the season of many holidays. what ever you chppse to celebrate so Blessed be, Namaste I hope the season shines for all j

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Old Souls......only Posted: 12/13/2008 7:39:21 PM
now remembering the afternoon we first met your eyes held me fast I was afraid a little bit your laugh set the room ablaze I was lost then we walked the pasture and wood down on to the quay the air heavy with salt spray you danced me out upon the rocks afternoon faded returning from the sea laughingly drinking fine red wine the hours pass swiftly on knowing that when next we met my solitary years were remnants of the past awake now with a kiss our meetings passing swift each one brings a greater gifts

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Tanka the original spark Posted: 12/11/2008 3:13:25 PM
kelp crowns her head swimming like Medusa's hair tethered rock bound winters furies fly unleashed marooned unable to escape

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Old souls Posted: 12/11/2008 8:50:24 AM
Namaste Rewritten If love never does any thing more, then to get us to look, really look at who we are. Then that is enough, I think, at least for today. But I am a greedy soul, prowling in the world of sentient beings. For not having tasted passion for so long. this short coarse is not enough. Namaste, I open my heart, and for all my life I can not batten it back together. You told me not to be sad when you left, but to be happy that it was. I did not understand. Summer had taken on that childhood glaze of unnumbered days and star filled nights. Now December winds howl their arias. summer is a distant memory, wrapped in wax paper and pressed like ancient spring violets in my Mother's family bible. Safely secreted, never to be forgotten, alive with each turning of the page. I, listen for your voice, echoed in the wind. Happy that it was, still I dream... when the loon's call rises from the lake you will return to me. You tell me listen, hear the wind. Lungta. grounded windhorse calls to me from the high mountains, to my secluded shore and rockbound sea. Listen! Can you hear, my love a precious jewel in flight... Namaste, how one word can change a life? For in the act of opening my heart, not only did I find love I found life. Namaste

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