and from that wet womb washed moment,
have been loved and beloved-of family
broken in to nuclear split atom divorce
under hard pressure coal mine work
drinking fluids to make despair dance
alive and aware of thin continuance,and yet
that bond familial still resonates/blood alone
means less than friendship/stretch long distances
find us still beaming each to each within
our separate homes and spouses
sending signals through this email
through the very air we are recycled
prana ,chi,ka all adding and compounding
to make more families grand in children
Love is a verb-an action.It flows between us
at all times,invisible waves affirming connections
On all levels,we are linked,think of love as an engine
as our body cars drive on,separate yet similar
loving and beloved,on this day and in this night
Love is the birth of wonder,and the key to life.
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