in Peoria, Illinois where their souls mingle
and meld and cry and sing and wake up
to the realities of connection
Sharing and laughing, knowing again
That which they had forgotten this time around
That this was their "Next Time"
They live the next time of their souls...now
This is the time to heal that which went unhealed last time
Love, the glue... song and verse the crop they cultivate
together...the fruit they bear
Joy, the rain that assists them in growing
Their last assemblage was pure magic
Now they long for the next meeting so deeply
They can now remember, they are already there
and they are catching up to it
Their Next Time is this time
and they are all in love with each other
once again....
No longer alone
No longer forgotten
Fruit ripe and ready
picking each other up
off their knees
holding on
real tight when they need it
sacred and reconnected
Aho!
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