Living Morganism

Spring, we should have snow at least between the sunshine. It's hard to complain about sunshine. The earth is so thirsty... My gardeners heart wants to give it water,  maybe wash it's tired feet. Then tonight, the wind shifts and whole symphonies could be inspired as raindrops join the windchimes in singing me to sleep. Singing the earth awake.

The heart knows There is no getting over a soul mate Through distance and time It lives in a constant longing Maybe like the Sufis speak of If let to be mysterious It will be a sort of sweet madness That can bring you to the doorstep Of another Beloved One weaving life from leaves and bones Only that kind of Love can hold the longing Without risk of turning bitter