If the price of knowing true love,
Is living alone,
Among a crowd,
It is a price I am willing to pay.
If the price of this seeking,
Is to walk alone, for much of my path,
Even as it weaves into yours delightfully,
It is a price I am willing to pay.
If the price of this awareness,
Is baring my soul to the unknown,
Setting aside protective barriers,
It is a price I am willing to pay.
If the price of this healing,
Is to companion the eternal chase,
Between love and loneliness,
It is a price I am willing to pay.
This is my humble offering,
To be fully present, as our soul’s crisscross,
Trusting in the truth of our love,
To be, our shield and our guide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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....which brought me to this one.. and in it I see the same kind of commitment ('to be fully present') to a certain kind of rare purity. .. that same refreshing idealism. . a lovely offering...