There is none. I am wherever I am. Connected within and without. The words remind me of a song written by a friend. When I sing it, children love it and ask me to sing it again. I’d like to share it with you. It was written by Carolyn McDade and I don’t think has a title.
If I had the wings of a dove
Wings that would take me where I want to go
I’d fly to the utmost
Way out into space
No, no, no, no, no
There is no hiding place.
That’s all I was going to share with you; then a poem happened the night before last in the middle of the night.
Crisp waiting
Chrysalis forming
Lines appearing
Attempting oneness
Challenging darkness
Rules broken
Sleep intercepts
Words restore
Wholeness
Whispering
Handshake held inside
Fledgling awakens
I am a writer
Whispering words
Listener
Lover
Left out of much.
So, it tells me aspects of me have been hiding and now taking their place. Thank you.
March 14, 2016
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