To have and to hold

To have and to hold

All within my own cellular bank of joy

Gifts like the ocean and the big sky

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A memory made in the world of a romantic

First meetings, first kisses, first explicit adorations

The people, the surrounding sounds, colors of magic making

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Crying over estranged love on the curb

I met my dearest sister

And still we laugh at our perfect encounter

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Reverential moment in time when I held a dying man

And the expression of his wife

And the friend I cried with after

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Forgiveness in my body

As only grace could feel

And another breath saved my own life

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Happy Buddha belly on a brother

The one who is not afraid to cry

And always finds the courage to stay

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Circles upon circles of women

Sitting with unconditional courage

To open more and more

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Attempts to move beyond fear

Belonging to a larger tribe

Despite stories and wounds

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Laughter as it moves through

The resonance of some that make wild abandon so accessible

And then you become that brilliant delight

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Sunshine of the desert kissing my flesh

Her rising and setting only possibly held as a felt sense

The impression that somehow allows me to keep remembering