morning musing

power of the imagination

Imagine that winding a ball of yarn
Or watching the birds scattering seed in the snow
Is a way to commune
with what you love in the deepest possible way.

Imagine that leaving is returning
And going is coming.

Imagine what is coming
And never leaves.
That is you, love.

The beloved meets you here,
Where ever you are
What ever you do.

Imagine that.