Thin like the seconds between falling over and being saved toes reach for the underbelly of our tight rope for balance as the winds blow twice in the direction of disagreements and countless times in the direction of peace like serenity as I remember once when the wind swayed left and understanding walked out with respect dancing on tight ropesWeak like the feelings in the air left behind after…after our tight rope broke…and we fell off…If only we would have walked slower listened closer moved in sync and not against each other we would be like we were before the fall we could run across tight ropes with out caution without hesitance and not resist the motions in which the ropes sway under our weight because it would be OUR weight and for the right moment we would wait…to walk across any tight rope, together.
thats right till death do us part step by step and inch by inch with each nsync anything is possible, especially heaven! And i agree PS the potential mate must be more then just a lust-filled addiction , the foundation has to be set on some thing solid like the spirit as abstract as it may seem.
