Perhaps maybe isn't such a bad word. Maybe perhaps is.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Moon Blessing (guest blogger John O'Donohue)
when you meet the one in whom your heart can really be at home, distance does
not make you falter. Longing sweeps you upward. Arriving in magic, you are the
moth and you are gone.
a circle of white wind plucks wild hyacinths for your hair, and no one hears
you blossoming fresh with love’s scent. Only a young moon flowing like a silver
well over sky mountains meets your gaze.