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Monday, October 01, 2018

Hands––poem by Dorothy 







Hands

My hands are turning
to light
as I listen to these strains
from an unknown
guitar,
though I do not know
how I got to this music,
or how to find it again.

Maybe it is just part
of the mystery
of how things come together,
how they arrive
at the same place at
the same time,
even when we
are not really listening,
not paying attention.

Meanwhile our hands
are turning to light,
to love,
as they move
through sensuous space.

Dorothy Walters
September 30, 2018



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