Art by Norman E. Masters
No mystery more awesome, than that of friendship:
although blood blossoms
into many a deep relationship
soul flowers uniquely.
Into this thorny garden, comes trust:
rooted in soil, shallow and rock strewn
rooted tenderly, in me & in you
makes straight all my roughness.
No matter where I am or where you are:
we meet in nuptial bower, place of sacred moot
wherein our oneness, makes us equals:
what is mine is yours & yours is mine. |
