What if love is permanent- as if my love for my Grandmother was passed down to me from her Great Aunt Anna who died the day I was born.. And some of the love Mother had for Brother stuck to me before she died, like a flower seed left on the ground slowly blossoming again..?
And you wonder why I dance. Its too much to feel just revealed as its gone powerful moments shared in the midst of others never talked about because its beyond words.
A single death opens us to knowledge.
What if we are not meant to be happy- that happiness is only supposed to be fleeting moments that one can never catch- That way they are always enjoyed like that day of perfect weather in San Francisco?
Maybe your love is scattered like ashes thrown to the ocean
eaten by the fish passed on through soil to vegetables
back to life with passion
Give and you will see who gives you the support for what is important
Family
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