“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Tuesday, December 09, 2025

As thoughts of love
gather in wrinkles 
of time and skin

Memories float
gently down - 
moon daisy petals
settling softly into
our smiles

Our old selves
huddle close 
around campfires
making room 
for new faces 
oddly familiar 
behind masks

Let us rejoice 
drawing lines 
In flowing water,
slowly wearing 
our soul stones down 

Let us fill 
a lingering moment 
To look both ways
in our hall of mirrors

Pondering the
End of old beginnings 
And the beginning 
of new ends 

Let us aim to 
Be less human,
better, kinder,
Less selfish perhaps
like other animals
Running wild and free

Until we pause again
To review,
reassess,
recalibrate,

Let us remember 
Looking out from 
Our little bubbles, 
Our non overlapping
Venn diagrams,

In this world
of us vs them,

there are no others 

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