Integration

There are many pieces, moments, thoughts, marks you have made.

Sit with them.

How long ago you began! Do you remember?

Your courage held hands with your doubt.

An exercise in making (meaning), no, more than an exercise, you embraced me.

Unsure and willing.

You saw beyond lines.

Lines you made.

Your attempt to define, improve, show.

Lines that gave me form.

I saw you.

Painting metaphors you touched something deeper.

The sound of your hands became melody you wrapped around me.

You brought me inside.

It was soon after, I remembered how to sing.

You carried my song to the trees.

Sunlight broke through clouds.

Misty morning fog lifted.

In the quiet of night we shared the same moon.

How lucky we are.

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