Conscious Work
A labor of Love
their deep conversation
passed gently through
the hours of productive pain
To birth a new understanding
between them
Joyous
conscious work…
Apple of My Eye
Apple pie,
You are the apple of my eye
An apple a day keeps the blues away
And I’m not talking apples and oranges
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For health, for joy
For love in my heart always
In the abundant orchard of Life
You are the one I picked
Bridge
Over the bridge
to self-discovery they walked
hand in hand
Each alone within
their thoughts
Yet they were
of one mind
Ah!
The lovely paradox
