where the impossible is possible
is where i met you
a new question more than an answer
a clean breeze
that swept the dust
from my cracked feet
a bright moon rising as the sun set
the possibility
blinders might fall
that i might still see in new ways
Not like with Gods
who want blindered belief,
worship and humility
you, a brother scarred by sorrow,
spar
shoulder pressed to shoulder
an exquisite exchange
you accept my honest answer
i accept your human breath
your spiritual question
22 December 2005
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