BANQUET

Spaces in between us

Are but salt for fate’s repast

As the compass of our hearts

Aligns with love at last.

There is no separation

Even though we are apart

As oneness knows no distance

No time, no stop, nor start.

We shall not lose our way

To fulfillment of this dream

When our spirits are enjoined

By a fabric without seam.

The cloth’s spread o’er the table

So come, partake with me

Of this banquet unending…

Love’s seasoned symphony.

G.F.C.

4/14/16

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