A Loving Call

Future calls
like spirit voices in the wind
enticing us to dance
the night away

while in this moment
(only one, eternally)
of utter presence
standing in a glow
encompassing the flows
of all that is

We ride
(white unicorns
with golden horns
inviting us to span the skies)

We move
(the wind blows
through and through
all that we are)

We learn to fly
(we are the wind
my Love
one breath of life unending)

for our future lies within desiring
while past memory awaits no more
than just a loving call
(in simple pleasures
Love belongs
and needs us all
to answer . . . )


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