I am stumbling toward something real
Come with me, come with me
We’ll touch the wild flame before it is consumed
Listen with attention to fluttering hummingbird heartbeats
We do not exist in separate universes
We are fragments of the same whole
Accessible only in the immediate moment
Let’s stumble toward something real together
Come with me, come with me
So lovely as so often, LuAnne.
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Thank you, Michael.
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Beautiful verse and collage LuAnne. Thank you for sharing. I have not seen you in awhile, glad you are back.
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Yes, I have had an ill friend that really needed my time. She’s on the mend now and I hope I can get back on track and keep up after that. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
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So much better to stumble along together than not to journey and not to see…I loved the circular frame of the collage. it contains worlds within worlds.
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Thanks, Joan. I was going for a visual representation of “fragments of the same whole”. 🙂
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This speaks of the value of vulnerability. My favorite line, “Let’s stumble toward something real together.” Just lovely.
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Thank you for your kind words, Ali. I know what you mean about vulnerability. Instead of following a straight path toward a goal or even “enlightenment” I seem to more likely stumble around. 🙂 Like in meditation where I always get lost in thought but so enjoy stumbling back to just being there with my breath. Thanks for stopping by.
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You are most welcome. Straight paths are over rated.
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