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This poem arose as I was driving down to North Carolina to see friends old and new, and to attend a full weekend of Dharma teachings. I’d say it reflects my yearning to have someone special to share my life with. I’m not in a huge rush though, as the traits I am seeking in her are more important than settling for anything less.
Our eyes meet, briefly, curiosity beckons
You look away first,
Merely dipping your toe was enough
We pick up the next sheet
Me longing to connect, you, content
This is life at its finest
A tiny tug, a little shake
And the wrinkles come free
Folding, we draw closer, again
Our fingers momentarily brush; a spark dances up my spine
Did you feel it? Do I ask too much?
Maybe we will come together,
Two threads in a complex quilted pattern,
The wrinkles continue, constantly yearning for liberation