Some things, some of the very best things, can not be manifested at all. These things, these special moments, will be a surprise, a very pleasant surprise. and we will be so filled by it, that we will not think to name it. These nows to come, will not exist to even be remembered. We will tumble out laughing, and not remember why. How do we honor such things, that we can not even wish for? For these, I offer this –
And so it is soon.
Amen. Fabulous and poignant with delights unknown, unsought and joyously surrendered to. So shall it be.
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The power of the dash.
I am moved and grateful for the poem and have no words more perfect nor any with greater weight and rightness than those already shared.
So I will instead commence a practice of “tumbling out laughing…”
Thank you