DAISY PAGE

There are peaks so high where air is thin and giddy and you touch the sun
with fingers made of laughter. Where there is no "then", there is no "when",
where time has lost its meaning in a rush of sudden trust. There is no leap,
for faith has given wings and here the wind will bear you higher.
    And the lofty lace below you sees you soaring in the company of angels.
You're not alone there, you're in bliss and there's your partner, right beside
you. What higher places can there be, than where you are together.
This is living, this is sharing, this is Joy

    And there are canyons, gorges cut into the skin of earth beneath you and
within the wounded rock you're all alone. The silence of your sorrow cuts you
deeper than the canyon where you stand. No stars, no sun, no light of heaven
warms you in the cold and empty hollow of your heart.
    Where once your laughing fingers touched a beauty whose description
stole your voice now only tears pour down your hands. Beyond consoling,
in this place devoid of music. Where no questions can be asked, where there's
only one, dark answer. Your lips are closed as tight as never. This is parting.
This is final. This is finite and forbidden. This is lonely, this is heartache,this is grief.

And if you look from somewhere higher far beyond the farthest cloud, to the
mountain and the canyon far below. There you see the one will fit into the other
as an earth-mate. Each the other giving birth to the others soul. One the filled
and one the empty. One the high and one thelow. And they join as sides to one
engendered coin.
   One can't be without the other. There is only, really one. This is the precious,
worth the weeping, worth the joy and worth the pain. Worth the finding of your
soul to give your life to get again a hundredfold the joy and laughter. Love can
and must be there to heal the sorrow. Andfrom sorrow love is born to heal the pain.

   One coin. Two sides. One is grief, the other, Joy. And when this coin is known
for what is and what it's worth, you may keep it now, forever. In your pocket, in
your hand. No thief can steal it, you can't lose it, you can give it as you will,
and still find it in your pocket, in your hand.

   A coin for keeps, a coin for sharing. Call it .......Love.