Gently
You took me
backwards
To lead me
forward
And treading
in the footprints you made
I looked
down with surprise
To find they
were mine -
That I had
been this way before,
With eyes
open but blindfolded
Against the real
Now the
mystery, defused, broken down,
Become
seedbed,
Births
endlessly
In endings
are beginnings
In the
leaving
The new
earth, untrod,
Contains
potency:
Both you and
I, unhaltered, go together
In separate
shared experience
(Richard
W., July 2012)
this is a (literally) wonder-full poem, bless you
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