VJs Weekly Challenge – I’m learning (together we grow)
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” Rumi
Only We Even together we are incomplete, incongruous, unlikely conspirators in the mystery of life, betrayed by a singularity poised by suspicion and a boundaried protection of all that is sole, the furnace of time smelts a truth of other in the wrestling and wrangling of all that is plural, where the sense of oneness is shared in other, and where autumn leaves and summer sun, tiny wrens, moments of wonder, kisses and home truths, shared dreams and existential questions would hold no meaning, besides, with who would I share these seeming pathetic vignettes, only we make meaning of these ordinary treasures. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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