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alchemy

I've found my salvation in the sweet mystery and generosity of other human beings.  Over and over again I've been given a chance to see myself grow and become someone that I can love - all because someone folded me into their arms and allowed me to love them.  

"Here is the church and the home and the altar and the womb and the cradle and the grave." This is the unspoken truth in every chance we have to love and be loved in this life. 

I'm grateful to encounter so many spirit guides as I journey so near and far from home.  I'm grateful every time someone draws me near and lets me be of service to their purpose.  This poem is a meditation on that transformative space that being in relationship with another person (any kind of loving relationship) can create within our lives. 

Remember to kiss them. Your people. Your tribe. Your love. Your chosen family. Kiss them and thank heaven for every sweet breath they will take. <3

photo by Keren Fedida

photo by Keren Fedida

me and you

neither of us two

mind a little pain or a lot

we feel what the others forgot

where precious persons on vast verandas

in lives gone by have wept for us

 

me and you

neither of us two

use inside voices inside these walls

we speak in song and dance through halls

our laughter billows through the rooms

and the world is glad as it bubbles and booms

 

you and me

both of us, we

disown the white savior jesus freaks

we sip communion wine as we transmute time

for this is what love requires

when it assigns us to its sacred fire

 

you and me

both of us, we

wear rings and chains

and silver medallions

we paint our toenails in unison

for this is what love requires

when it assign us to its sacred choir

 

me and you

neither of us two

ever cared to follow the rules

we prefer the alchemy of humanity

fusing our bones with the soil of two continents

transforming our being in the womb of love's sacred relief

 

yet who could fathom but we

with fathom upon fathom

and dream upon dream

the miracle of

you and me

 

that while we were busy

with our joy and our weeping

our secrets and our singing

 

we made something

gold and everlasting