old friend never met

old friend i remember you
we have the same story
we share the same wounds
and pain
the same joy
and the same loss

we may be in
different bodies
and seem so separate
and your story
may look different
from mine

but really
there is only one story

the human story,

Born to innocence
Lost to the wound
Walking the wilderness
And coming home

all this talk of ‘I’
and ‘you’ and ‘me’
is just skitting around
on the surface
while the delicious truth
lies far below
where all waves
are one.
beautiful-dawn beautiful-dawn-2

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.