Fri 1 Feb 2013
My beautiful man is mine no longer.
There is more here than I can say.
So much joy in our time together. Such grief in the parting.
See now, I hold out my hands and roll them open, palms up to the sky.
Fly well my friend.
It is not down on any map;
true places never are.
~ Herman Melville
February 1st, 2013 at 4:52 am
Open hands can more easily accept whatever comes into them.
February 1st, 2013 at 1:38 pm
You are forever enriched.
February 2nd, 2013 at 8:04 pm
From Natascha:
” The transience of things is responsible for their irreplaceable pricelessness.”
~Micheal Sowder
February 23rd, 2013 at 4:01 pm
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment.
~ Rilke