{ “Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone but they quiver with the same music” - Kahlil Gibran }

BRIDGE

A bridge between our H E A R T S
as fine as spiderweb t h r e a d s
along it m a r c h soldiers
workers trample, children s
k
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p
haloed with Light
cows graze, horses gallop

Between our H E A R T S bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
sung over by ripples of rain
its roots tangled in
HoT molten centre
of M o t h e r E a r t h

Below it gurgles River of Intentions
on its banks rural maidens
with feathers in their plaits
play reed flutes ~
arum lilies g r o w in crevices
whilst dragonflies sweetly hum
hum
Mothers sing nursery rhymes
whilst suckling F a T babies
spiders delicately continue to
weave below trodden cobbles
I l o n g i n g l y listen for sure
trample of your solitary _______ b
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s

on the other side of the Bridge !

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