It comes through eyes,
That gently smiling light,
Creates the laugh lines,
And the frowning furrows,
A tenderness in attention,
Sureness of touch in the hands,
The fingers feeling their way with care,
Body and mind held in suspension.
The constancy of these things is devotion.
Dicho tomy
two parts cutting
The beautiful mystery
that leads to growth
A division of parts;
branching and branching
The one that cannot be the other,
or part of it
The essential nature of life.
Not Yin Yang, more the moon in
its first quarter, then its third quarter.
The one that complements the other.
The dance of a couple where neither touches.
The one place here and the other one there.
The never the twain shall ever meet.
Unless the universe reveals its other laws to us and growth takes on
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