Tangos are danced in threes. The first an introduction. The second an unspoken vocabulary. Shall we? ♥ Tango One Hundred Twenty Five Once I saw you I could not forget. Love is eternal, created in a moment as life itself and living over time, but unlike life of flesh and blood, this life is spirit and…
The wrought iron hung on two hinges between two posts without a fence, just a gate set at the entrance of a garden to which he had come as a stranger in need of comfort, any comfort, but a glass of water would do, with or without the glass. “May I help you?” she asked.…
I heard the good humor truck today, the calliope of what it means to be happy. To be free, to be waiting with your nickel, even if it takes two bucks in this inflated world and buy an ice cream cone. Oh bliss, oh joy divine. Let theology go to hell and nations fall, come…
“I find in life we get what we need most when we need it most.” Julie – The Tango Room 1 It proved difficult to find. Three times I passed on foot before the door appeared set back surrounded by an ivy covered wall. Entering, I beheld an angel. 2 “We try to decorate,”…
You flew up there, day upon day, serving near to heaven. Now you serve down here, upon this earthly plain. Either way, you serve, remembering perhaps stars so near above and lights so far below like stars and like those who saw you pass, I too see a pair of wings. #
“I wonder what it would be if you wrote it this week?” she wrote in her journal, the words hot and fast from last week’s escapade a few pages back now, safely buried in the streaming elements of the new week, new faces, old ideas, new intentions, after work meditations and milieu from a dozen…
Light given by fleeting moments gives excitement, yet there is illumination which thrills because it lasts. Allow me to reflect on two and pardon the allusion: the beauty of your soul and my love for you. #
They told me never to stick my finger in a light socket. They warned me about invisible forces capable of doing me great harm. Then I saw you and the light went on. I got this idea. I stuck my finger in the socket and you turned me on. #
There are many realities. Dreams are one of them. Fantasies are another. I sit here looking at an empty bed and I wonder. “Will she and I ever occupy this space together? Will all the combinations of great locks upon time and space and other lives give way and open for this time and this…
“It’s taken,” she said. “What is?” he asked. “The title,” she said. “It’s been taken.” “I don’t care,” he said. “What do you think?” “I think you better ask yourself if that’s the smartest idea you ever had before you go asking me.” She stood at the bar, a very over the hill woman with…
