My love, My home

I misspoke a bit in the last entry, or rather, I wanted to make something clear if it wasn't. I have a home, a place of safety and love and happiness that never wavers, despite my constant whining for other locales. He's always here, alwasy at the ready, always challenging me and affirming me. And as much as I think - where will we be? What will do? It is always we. It is always us. There will never be for me, in the 50 years or so that will follow this moment, a time it will never be that.

i carry your heart with me
ee cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)


















May 2003