Remind me how we sat across from each other
I learning and you teaching
Each testing the precipice of the other’s mind
Fields of creativity under the night-time sky
Living in the spaces between sounds
Knowing fullness of the moon before it rose
Unbalanced by the life inside us
Feeling heavier then lighter
By glimpses of new knowledge and
Old sageness as my head gazes up at you
Open and bright in the slant of dust motes:
A presence like a candle-light if the air were still
Remind me how your directions steered my thoughts
As a private jet in a style so distinct
With calm elegance How your voice
Could be trusted to pilot a rescue-ship through
Troubled waters To handle power tools
To hold a human face And
How it was as anarchic as African warlords
Yet soft as mornings cut from yellow-and-pink tissue-paper
How its words might carry a well-meaning violence
With such a command of the depths and limits of violence
That violence henceforth became extinct
Many words of which I know by heart
But still I want for you
To tell me, to be near me, to remind me
So strong, and beautiful. As always.
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Thanks, Bill.
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So perfect…
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🙂
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😊
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Deeply beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Why must I read, this again? Well..
because I just to… it’s that good. ,😊
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Why, thank you again, Bill!
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Can’t help myself! 😊
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Well… it’s just the way I feel.
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Nice BLOG!!!
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Thanks!
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