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  • Gary Hunter

Moon over Maui - a 20th Century Spiritual Retreat - July 2, 2021

The island days lined us up

and stapled our hearts together

our hearts chased so much love

embarrassing us with their misses

no one keeping score

And nights came

under moonlit branches

the mystery of dark whispers

open faces and unseen laughter

the best time to lose yourself

in never being apart

I miss the nakedness of our stories

hardly all innocent and sweet

though the bitter was caught falling

and cradled in laps the cries

caressed quiet in each other’s arms

Every now and then

love has loud dreams like this

confirming the utter density

of her togetherness and because of

it and even in the middle of it

such a closeness that everything and

everyone melt into her Oneness


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