Their life’s lines entangle with yours
\nYou and I
\nThe margins between
\nthere is no knowing
\nWhere one ends
\nthe other begins
\nmetaphors abound
\nbut always fall short of the reality
\nthat is
\ntwo become one
\nlimbs intertwined
\nwe finish each others…
\nthoughts, feelings, sentences
\nsecret languages
\nknowing looks, a universe of two <\/p>\n
It seems a rare thing in this world to find
\n(but only at first glance, look deeper and it’s all around you)
\nsomeone who so completely understands you
\nAnd you, they
\nbeyond family, beyond ‘marriage’, beyond legal definition <\/p>\n
No one can put a price to it, it is not for sale
\nThe more one tries to buy it, the more loathsome it becomes
\nTo the one it is being purchased from
\nIt cannot ever be bought, if tried, the other will pray
\nfor you to set them free
\neven to the point of wishing for one
\nor both to die <\/p>\n
It is not able to be programmed
\nIt cannot be commanded or trained
\nFor a short time, people can become confused
\nThey can hate so much that they think they’ve found it
\nBut… they will uncover the truth
\nand when they awaken their anger will be vicious for having been
\nTricked <\/p>\n
This is the height of what humans, gods, goddesses, animals, plants and even
\nScientists have found to their chagrin
\nPlanets! and atoms!
\nDesire more than anything else to dance
\nWith another in their orbit and never let them go!
\nAll things are living and they desire to…
\nEntangle, merge, unite, become with another <\/p>\n
As a little child I danced with trees
\nKissed the flowers in their beds
\nOn their dainty heads
\nGot pollen on my nose
\nNot knowing this was an act of entangling
\nBut then I knew there would be
\npeople to put in my orbit
\nAnd I would be in the orbit of many
\nOther people too
\nThis is the dance of entanglement <\/p>\n
It sometimes makes children
\nAnd other times makes acts
\nOf creation
\nMountains
\nStreams
\nStories
\nA Poem <\/p>\n
Dance with me, Universe, dance with me! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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