A lifetime of friendship
In a Sunday morning.
Dedicating silence to eye gazing,
we returned to that place,
where our souls can’t hide.
A blessing for your mother’s house,
so simple, so powerful, so full of love.
Chasing the dog after she outwits me,
wiggling gracefully out of her collar.
Marveling over Charles Eisenstein,
as he fascinates us with his talk of gift economies.
Equally fascinated by his son Jimi,
and his mathematic revelation of God,
as manifested within the Mandelbrot Set.
Back to childhood,
swinging from a tree. .
Me allowing you,
You allowing me.
A lifetime of friendship,
In a Sunday morning.
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