Hearts sutra

From  ”Next Year in Vietnam”….

It returns like the rain, again and again, the rhythm of your heart, calling for me. I cross oceans, reach high plateau where the snow lingers in mid summer, I cross centuries and time tunnels yet still inside I hear your voice, detonating. Here the trees sway silver in the half light of sunset’s last rays splashed scarlet on forest, the horses gather strength and question the coming of night.. My dreams are full of passageways: squadrons of whispers whip me into a cacophony of becoming. You are sunlight’s shadow paintings on a cave drawn by creatures we now call man:  My soul searches, hoping to be released from the need to search; the rhythm of your heart, the pull of blood beneath skin the softness of your kiss; to return to.——

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