The love that binds. Ha!Ha! I think of my big strapping welder husband as the duct tape cure! Thanks for a beautiful thought pointed up in a beautiful way!
Falling in love has a lot to do with the MEETING That special configuration of time and space and receptive psyches. It only happens when you least expect it And are most ready. Getting ready consists of getting Totally involved in your own thing. Digging on yourself, Being in tune with the universe And being very horny -- if you can dig it. Least expecting consists of Being perfectly happy and At one with the moment -- Neither expecting nor fearing anything. At this point, you are ready for the MEETING And it will flow along so smoothly and just rightly That you won't even notice til much later Just how magical it was. There is still plenty of good old-fashioned magic about, if you can hitch onto it. Magic is what love is all about -- that cement that binds Freely floating atoms or organisms Against all logic. The MEETING consists of you And another And everything around and about you From the beginning of time until now Which has been gathering forces To bring you and that other together. And you know each other without explanation. And there is that special THERENESS And you both have everything to say And explore at once. And it's so exciting And you're on a cloud Miles above the Earth And Everything is somehow beautiful. What happens next is up to you.
This reminds me of the times I overdo it with the Superglue and get my fingers stuck together. Hopefully this is a more lasting bond. (She says, struggling for a "clean" comment).
Ohh, I've always loved sticky fingers, no matter where and what - gives me the anticipation of water washing over them later! hahaha
But seriously, that Stones album, gawdalmighty, is the best they ever made! A real real classic! That classic and LONG guitar-sax tango at the end of "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" still takes my breath away... and I still can't play it with the same feel as magic-fingers Keith.
As for the poem, great bit of minimalist writing, Stirrrrrr! I'll come comment on it later ... in a short while, okay? Still trying to get under all the layers.
love is a layered thing and wants to be laminated in layers of patience, kindness, mutual respect, self-sacrifice, and myriad other things... Happy Thanksgiving!
Wow this is great Stirling. what a unique poem! It makes me smile at the childlike fascination of such an adult subject. You have really found a way to capture the full range from carnal to spiritual, humorous to reverent. remarkable!
Thanks you, William. In a way, we can never get unstuck - we are all one big sticky mess (smile). Yet ... there are spaces in between where we can breathe. I had a dream once (night time dream) where a bunch of us had lifted up into the atmosphere where we had no personal thoughts anymore - we were one mind - and conversation was in fact not possible.
Then we began to float down and we had bodies again - and we would feel ourselves and say, "Oh, isn't this wonderful? Now I can talk."
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Nice.
Falling in love has a lot to do with the MEETING
That special configuration of time and space
and receptive psyches.
It only happens when you least expect it
And are most ready.
Getting ready consists of getting
Totally involved in your own thing.
Digging on yourself,
Being in tune with the universe
And being very horny -- if you can dig it.
Least expecting consists of
Being perfectly happy and
At one with the moment --
Neither expecting nor fearing anything.
At this point, you are ready for the
MEETING
And it will flow along so smoothly
and just rightly
That you won't even notice til much later
Just how magical it was.
There is still plenty of good old-fashioned magic
about, if you can hitch onto it.
Magic is what love is all about
-- that cement that binds
Freely floating atoms or organisms
Against all logic.
The
MEETING
consists of you
And another
And everything around and about you
From the beginning of time until now
Which has been gathering forces
To bring you and that other together.
And you know each other without explanation.
And there is that special THERENESS
And you both have everything to say
And explore at once.
And it's so exciting
And you're on a cloud
Miles above the Earth
And Everything is somehow beautiful.
What happens next is up to you.
If you post it to me
Via Poet's Weekly Muse
The glue will ooze
The love does stay
Even when the body's away
But seriously, that Stones album, gawdalmighty, is the best they ever made! A real real classic! That classic and LONG guitar-sax tango at the end of "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" still takes my breath away... and I still can't play it with the same feel as magic-fingers Keith.
As for the poem, great bit of minimalist writing, Stirrrrrr! I'll come comment on it later ... in a short while, okay? Still trying to get under all the layers.
Then we began to float down and we had bodies again - and we would feel ourselves and say, "Oh, isn't this wonderful? Now I can talk."
The human experience ...