Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Return - January 11, 2010

.. Hunting the minotaur

I was no common man

And had no need of love.

I trailed the shining thread

Behind me, for a vow,

And did not think of you...

I touched the thread and wept.

O, it was frail as air....

And the thread held.

In our lives as we forget love and pursue our dreams that there is a thread of interconnection that binds us all together. It will hold, oh yes, though our awareness of it is so tenuous. If we could but touch love and weep perhaps it will take hold in our lives.

Where do you journey without love?

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