[Eadha Deora]

to friendship and my dearest friends

I sit calmly aware
of the space between us
and the gentle interchange
of words and guestures
like a soft summer rain,
that evelops the inner
meadows of delight
and bright acknowledgement,
echos from some other
destiny we partook of together,

like two weary pilgrims
sat beside a well of sharing,
refreshing the spring of acceptance
and the clear soothing recognition
of a kindred wanderer,
truth of friendship discovered
over and over again

at the feet of eternity,
knowing that somewhere
stretching back to primal memory,
your grain of sand and mine
lay nestled next to one another,
and here in this eon of lifetimes
beyond the original clay,
we feel the same sense of
next-togetherness, deep in our
bones and skin and blood,
that I am part of your life

and that sometimes the grains
must separate to form pearls
and that only when they string
together in orderly human perception
can the brilliance of each other
outshine all other discoveries in life.

[SeaN]

Eadha... as usual I'm bit speechless after absorbing your work. Your words are always chosen so carefully, and delivered with uncommon grace. My attempts at criticism make me feel like a young boy, trying to throw rocks at the sun.

I missed it the first couple of reads; but there is a story within. Your perspective seems to move from the literal, to the abstract, and finally to the metaphorical. I absolutely love it. To reduce something as immense and complex as the 'soul' to a grain of sand, and then follow it's transformation into something beautiful, that will eventually complete a 'circle' of sorts... amazing image.

I have to admit, the fact that there was no rhyme to it made it slightly easier to read than much of the rest of your work. I tried really hard to think of a way to improve upon this one... but with no real structure to speak of, and no qualms about language or theme... I'm afraid I can't offer any constructive criticism. I'll owe you double on the next one.

Seen some old friends, have you? Hope your trip is going well.

[Eadha Deora]

Yup, you've got the sense of this one, Sean

Coming back to America for a short visit, I've seen friends, family and places. Because it has been so long since my senses were in contact with each individual, meeting again has a different weight and perspective to it, almost like some holy prayer, prayers that fly straight to the souls of each other.

As for the rhyming bit ... I only rhyme when it flows from me. I never force it. Here, the only way I was rhyming was when I thought about it too much. So I gave up and just wrote what laid on my heart. I like the result very much so.

[Masa]

I may have to apprentice poetry from you...

You're correct about rhyming, only about half of my poems rhyme really. I think rythm flows well, and the story told left me breathless. If I die reading your poems, well, if I were to go out, that'd be my way.

[Lubesh]

that evelopes the inner

u missed that.

This in comparison to your other work was for me so gentle and relaxed and beautifil. As sean says ur metaphors and the way u wrap your words around them is just delightful. From just the opening and the reference to the space between....to the togetherness of the sand then again pearls side by side on the string..remarkable.

[Eadha Deora]

teehee, thanks for that ... fixed

Yeah this poem is gentle, isn't it? Tender. I want to cultivate more of it in my writing. I miss that feeling.