This poem so movingly describes the duality yet singularity of the soul and the body. We come from an original, unstoppable source. Then we find ourselves in this body, a part of creation of which we are co-creators even if we don't know it. We are ourselves for a moment - an individual signature written in sand - swept back into the ocean one day. But not gone. We are just in the original form once again. Still in connection with everything that is, like the ocean connects everything. Still available to each other in memory, like a parallel and never-ending friendship. This is a love poem for John O'D but also for each of us as beautiful expressions of creation.
John O'Donohue... he is an inspiring and moving story that continues. David, whenever I read one of your poems for John O'Donohue, my heart is broken open with bittersweet gratitude, reaching thresholds and transformation. Thank you.
This poem so movingly describes the duality yet singularity of the soul and the body. We come from an original, unstoppable source. Then we find ourselves in this body, a part of creation of which we are co-creators even if we don't know it. We are ourselves for a moment - an individual signature written in sand - swept back into the ocean one day. But not gone. We are just in the original form once again. Still in connection with everything that is, like the ocean connects everything. Still available to each other in memory, like a parallel and never-ending friendship. This is a love poem for John O'D but also for each of us as beautiful expressions of creation.
John O'Donohue... he is an inspiring and moving story that continues. David, whenever I read one of your poems for John O'Donohue, my heart is broken open with bittersweet gratitude, reaching thresholds and transformation. Thank you.