of lightness and “things with wings”

 

i follow your intent with all the lightness of a memory
of more than skin. it is on fingertips that i come into
where i don’t even need to look to know of the corners
and recesses. to know that there are no acute angles
piercing softly rounded modulations – and that voice
does not need to scrabble for words in somber nooks
of conjecture, because it says all, roundly, mouth to mouth.

here, there is not what weighs in the air of closed refuges.
i inhale your breath with all the lightness of the intrinsic
memory of my own intent; this is where you come into.

and the space is clear at the tip of this time
from where we openly follow, rising; because we know
all we need to know, even that there are “things with wings”:

love, which some still call a semi-god or myth and we
call love and it’s enough – and those horses and mares
symbolizing, in imaginary flight, the lightness
(for us palpable) of dream.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®

 

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important notice - dear friends, the laptop in which i had stored, among many other precious files, those containing your contacts, seems to have been hit by some serious "disease" last saturday. while i wait and hope for the computer expert to restore the unfortunate "patient" to a decent state of "health", or at least for the recovery of my files, i would be infinitely grateful to all of you who have done so before for sending me your contacts (e-mail addy, snail mail addy, telephone, etc.) again, to my message board. many hugs and lots of love to all,

Alexandra*