[Thespiritexpress] When ex's die; better copy......

[Alene DiDio]

Oh Hawk, I am a witness , I know you both heard that horse, I felt the deep intimacy of your Soul connection, the privacy of your naked truth to each other…time has no place here, only eternity 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿Thank you for sharing.. 

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> On Dec 26, 2021, at 7:47 PM, Chris Skyhawk via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
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> FB can be such a strange phenomenon sometimes,…..just scrolling around a few days ago I found that my ex partner had died, that was weird- I knew she had been having some health troubles, but still….We shared many extraordinary life adventures together but eventually came apart, and did not speak to each other for nearly  20 years- as part of my stroke recovery I decided to reach out and find her, which I did, We shared an extraordinary return of our friendship, after a short time, even just within the context of friendship old- unhealed patterns still surfaced ,  and I realized that I did not survive a stroke to repeat old patterns;so I let it go and now she’s dead; and some things go unhealed to the grave. So my old dear and perhaps dearest friend- I am sitting here in my trailer in the rain reaching out a final golden fiber of love to you; we saw aspects of each other that no one else ever has and perhaps ever will.I will pray that as you move along in your soul journey that you find the healing in some life that you could not in this one, and thank you for the profound mark you made here, as a final gesture to you I offer you this poem, it may be a bit wordy and confusing for social media, but I know that you will understand its purity- thank you for making such a mark in my life… here is your poem…. “We both heard that horse”
> We both heard that horse, when we parked the truck and climbed to the top of the hill to take our rest after the long drive,the Black Hills enclosing us in the warm afternoon pillow of her breasts,  as i dozed off,i was startled by the sound of a galloping horse with a rider, it startled me awake, I opened my eyes,there was no horse or rider and I saw that you were startled you heard it too!
> which world is it that occasionally reaches into this one, to startle us into waking, and how is it that you and I could both hear it at the same instant, I am sure that science could not explain it, indeed would scoff at even the very words of this poem. Yet there it was, they can scoff as they they wish, but I was there and so were you,
> and although we could hear the whispers and horses of the other world together ,simultaneously,  we now never speak in this one
> how is that?
> Does the bond in the other world get lost in translation somehow?
> I remember how we wept in each others arms when we realized we were leaving our home, was it the boy who shocked us into realization of what we was really happening? That sweet boy who could unerringly tell us he was a child of the wind? Could sing it right into my soul and etch it forever where no winds or currents of time could ever erode its memory? oh god, we lived so deeply in our hearts in those years
> Do all the burdens we carry around in this world eventually bend our backs to the breaking point and we can no longer hear through the pain?or our ears bent so low to the ground they can no longer pick up certain frequencies?, ,  do all the screaming maddening naysayers of this world eventually harden us to the soft whispers of the other worlds ? or does the full course of tasks that must be completed in this world eclipse our view and hearing of the others?do the karmic agreements we have not remembered but still must be fulfilled with other souls eventually intrude upon us no matter what? Those 3 hawks came while I  was making that suspension bridge over the creek that ran full in the winter time, so full that we could not drive , or  wade, across it. The hawks loved us, too in that time
> all I know is that my heart is thick with remembering this  morning as the statue of my Buddha gazes at me from my altar and the morning light of this world that I live in now starts to brighten my early morning sky. I still hear that horse as it  hoofbeats  in some remembered chamber of my heart.
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