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Stand With Your Lover on the Ending Earth

stand with your lover on the ending earth-
and while a (huge by which huger than
huge) whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow, suppose we could not love, dear; imagine
ourselves like living neither nor dead these
(or many thousands hearts which don’t and dream
or many million minds which sleep and move)
blind sand, at pitiless the mercy of
time time time time time
how fortunate are you and I, whose home
is timelessness: we who have wandered down
from fragrant mountains of eternal now
to frolic in such mysteries as birth
and death a day (or maybe even less)


E.E. Cumming’s words are beautiful but this poem is special to me. So much of life revolves around time  time  time….And so often there’s never enough of it. But when you are away from the one your soul belongs to, time moves far too slow.

Two souls need not be far apart in physical distance to be away from each other. But there is such magic that occurs when they are connected….Time becomes timeless. 

What magic in this life to stand with your lover on an ending earth and frolic in the timeless mystery of each other!