you and me
we fall into slipstream
fields of possibility
where we are neither
ourselves
(bound by blood)
for too long
I hung on
tightly
pulling umbilicals
as if I could hold
you
who could hold
you?
then I flew kites
learned
reeling in
letting go
surrendering forever
to the beyond
between
life and death
you and me
we are one
and then some
we are two
one of the few
who make three
that trinity where
we are everything
and nothing
together
or apart
we are.
we are.
(For Kyle).
Hey Morts... its been long. Too long. Just three short years and then my son will be there too. Three short years...
Posted by: Mandy de Waal | Thursday, 14 May 2009 at 07:54 PM
flying kites. today. my son is 18. today.
i wonder where the wind will take him.
hoping you are well sister... that all is well.
xxx
Posted by: morts | Thursday, 30 April 2009 at 08:18 AM
Hey Chachi... you know I don't think so. I reckon at some level "we" is just an extension of "me".
Posted by: Mandy de Waal | Wednesday, 29 April 2009 at 03:59 PM
'we' is such a complicated concept. Just a construct so that we don't feel too alone, or a real knowledge of a self beyond our own?
Posted by: Dolce | Sunday, 26 April 2009 at 03:13 PM