Calmly, softly, the words came
Words of wisdom and Love in every sentence.
I hung in the air between
Catching and remembering the flow;
For as dear friend, you waxed lyrically
I feel you should know
That there , in the in-between,
Wisdom prevailed and I was assailed
By the pleasure, the measure, of that
Which you bring.
Into this moment, The Love and Flow
of just being you!
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