JUST MAYBE(c) Singleton 2008
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Peace, love, maybe
He flittered down,
in his patent leather suit,
black and yellow pin-striped,
talking to my soul....
strutting on the fence line
daring me to follow him,
chase him,
dance with him....
the butterfly with zebra lines
and tell-tale wings....
But I didn't.
And he flew away.....
The elusive dream wrapped temptress.
Bathwater days turned cold and
wet
and nights grew hour by
lonely hour longer
until I knew...
Until I danced to patent leather
music,
the tribal sound of
"Come hither",
primal background noise
filtering,
flooding,
pushing me on...
Until I crossed the fenceline.....
And he whispered
through the haze,
"I'm so glad you came to get me..."
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16 comments:
So glad... So glad...
For zebra winged love
and the tribal songs
that bring us home,
Thank you for every painted dream you share with us...
Sometimes peace speaks in the tender drum beat of wings,
Thank you for hearing my friend...for always hearing.
Love to you, M
Maithri.....
Remember me telling you about the butterfly,
the one dressed in the different
coat,
the one I'd never seen before?
"So glad... So glad...
For zebra winged love
and the tribal songs
that bring us home"
I haven't forgotten that
moment,
that split second when I knew he
was here to tell me a story,
show me the way,
and suddenly....
I knew....
where he had come to take me to...
what he had come to show me....
It was right underneath my nose,
right here at home where
it had always been,
right out the backdoor
Freedom
Wishing you peace, love,
and
a circle,
every growing....
patent leather huh? i need this soul music today very sad
Yes dear friend, I have thought of your encounter with that butterfly many times since...
How he tiptoed into your life
to remind you of the truth...
Freedom
It is the only broken road worth walking. ;)
Love to you, Maithri
oh, to cross that fenceline of intention and commitment...such a big step, but then the heart makes it possible, isnt it?
ive been walking a lot lately and trying to find that forgotten rhytm of dancing, before i once again fully commit, before crossing that fenceline...
Ibeati....I don't know why, but I've always thought of patent leather as a mirror.....
Wishing you better sweetie, wishing you love.....
Maithri...yes....
And while I may never ever lay
eyes on him again,
i will cherish just that
moment,
that dance,
that enchantment forever....
And along the broken road,
We grow richer as we go....
Deli....Walk on sweet girl, breathe deep. Swirl and twirl to your own beat, The music born within is the only dance that never has to end!
Peace~love my friends
May it bless us all
Love the margarita influence in the background of the painting, and her hair is awesome,,,very 'what's happening'.
'Patent leather music',,,,love it!
so ironic cuz at the very minute I came to your blog, I was thinking of changing my nickname from no to yes to "Just Maybe."
Guess we're flitting around the same circles....peace and love....
Babs....funny, the Jose Cuerva mix is still on top of my fridge, two inches left in an endless bottle of memories....and you found it, the little postage stamp in the corner! Postcard to the past...
Turn up the music, friend!
No....It's a perfect circle, and you can call yourself yes, no, maybe, ask me again! and you'll still be you! :)
Peace~love friends
"I'm so glad you came to get me"
C~ Havent mailed the package yet, forgive me! I do better on Fridays!
wow...got the love rocks today....wow...no words..thank you so much, butterfuly...
No....
Peace~Love rocks!
Feel the love, friend
...O sweet Sing I still gotta send you the mula and catchup on my last batch I haven't forgotten :) I forget alotta stuff! Butt I'v gotcha tucked in a special part of my brain n heart. Not to mention all over my walls :) My lil'butterfly~
Give me a couple of minutes please. Then you can send'em...
PEACE-LOVE ALWAYS*
C....We're lost in the same time tunnel, the day's unraveling, I have a feeling we're right in sync, girl! Peace love to you and yours!
There she is again...looking sideways with her Anna-Eyes...gorgeous.
Anna eyes...the Mother of the old soul....ever present.....
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