Lady in her younger years.
She, her other name
She could feel my heart strings
She could make them sing
If we all did this for each other
We would no longer need a tether
She felt my thoughts before I knew them
And through her eyes I could see me simply as a loving human.
Robin Christle 9/4/2013
View from Mt. Hood
Rolling hills
Or hungry ocean
It is all in the scale, scope, and depth
And waves of emotion
And at the pace that it takes
From an instant, to geological time
That determines the perspective of the mind
And what we conclude is in front of us
And that distillation of what matters
It is fast, or slow, that helps us to determine the motion and flow, and direction
This determines the essence of the tale
It happens in the blink of an eye
Or in the blink of humanity
In between is just you and I
Loving in Infinity
Distilled thoughts by Robin Christle December 2013