life & terms
every bridge invites someone to cross it.
– Deepak Chopra
on the shores of my soul
I invite you to come
cross the bridge of love
and sit with me a while
under the old banyon tree
and wonder the possibilities of where our love can lead
the river is wide
from shore to shore
yet, there’s always a bridge of love
we must cross once more
always once more
to reach our home on the distant shore
where we’ll both be safe
where fear and war and pain will be no more
and joy resides with us
side by side
❤️
Amy Lloyd
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
—
Margaret Atwood: “The Moment”
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