⋛• ∞ Agape ∞ •⋚

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July 22 by The Running Son

⋛•  Agap  •⋚

I
pave
the way. I go,
and make in me
homes and many roads
that  weave and  multiply. I
make known the sea, beneath.
We
in covenant
exchange, trade
smiles,  dances  and
weapons and we fast, drain
the blood of our old pain, initiate
chances; outlasting  each other in
intense glances that cancel out pasts.
You
Eternal.
I  have seen
you, and ask no
thing. More, I promise
you before God, and before
these eyes you’ve seen tear and
by my breath, I say to you •namaste•.
Unto the third  and fourth generation

our paths be crossed.

by Jim Aldrich (:

 

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

12 thoughts on “⋛• ∞ Agape ∞ •⋚

  1. Shainbird says:

    I love how you shaped this Jim, it speaks out like arrows pointing a move in the right direction to better things.

  2. Eva PoeteX says:

    Such a visually pleasing piece! Not to mention spiritually, romantically, etc. pleasing. ^_^

  3. Bastet says:

    Very nice…I really liked this agape…it’s vibrant!

  4. Ar Vhee says:

    Reblogged this on mët•a®Vhëë•n✪ia and commented:
    I find poetry so personal and there is usually a specified meaning or intention by the poet. It can also leave it’s own personal thumb print on each reader. And this poem certainly did that…

  5. 1WriteWay says:

    So much of this I love. These lines stand out for me: “we fast, drain
    the blood of our old pain, initiate
    chances; outlasting each other in
    intense glances that cancel out pasts.”
    How goes your move? I think of you every day. Namaste.

    • Namaste Marie thank you. It is more a battle of me against my own will to sort and box, verses blog and dream. There is an intentionality in agape, a tender managing… I could use that in my poor messy room habits. (:

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