Our thanks to Shaylea for many things, and for suggesting we publish this poem in the temple...

A poem from our anthology...

Skipping, Because You Hold One Toe

You never know, you never know,
   where ideas from come to go.

Associations’ real response:
   I've come to be to carry me.

And you I've come to know, to grow, too...

Now, in all, we seldom fall,
   because we find in us a bind; trust.

In each other: our own selves,
   and with each others' towers... bells!
   that call across all space to chime
   in perfect magic's Sufi rhyme...
   a spell to fell the heart's design
   and open up the doors of time...

So soon may grow to know the past
   is no part of what may last
   because it marches onward, fast,
   upon the `morrows that we cast...

So never know and you will grow,
   and sever so that you will flow...

For never can you hold one toe
   while dancing forward, to, or fro...

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We are never free to dance if we become too caught up in our own concepts of who we are...

we will try to make our anthology available as a document file soon...

Enjoy!

love, the grigs, etc, et al...