Bliss time in Momland is Thomas home for a visit

We walk the dogs on the streets along the coast

Watch the sunset and waves below

He teaches me West African history back to the

Moors and the 15th century as we walk

and I

Stand in awe and wonder

At our becomingness.

I like watching

how he moves.

the motion of his walk beside me

and the motion of his mind -

carrying me on new journys

I feel sometimes as if

I am carried on a wave

of such larger intention

it is almost enough, just to watch.

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