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You

are my grounding love.

 

Lifting me up,

love tingles;

grounding,

love soothes,

gives permission to be

rather than question.

 

So much time

is spent questioning:

twenty pools of Walden Pond water and I always try to sift my way out–

but this is sea, not sand.

 

Knowing your face

is part of my fate…

yes, I feel butterflies,

but they are not fluttering,

they are gliding–

spreading their golden wings over my insides,

reminding me that I am home.

 

 

January 3, 2018

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