Haemi’s heartbeat is listening to the Autumn dew
Listening to breathing with the warm sun softly nestled
On the branches of our healed hearts
Where there’s no poverty in loving
And no boredom in risking the gift of sharing
Where the blur ends and we all begin together
Isn’t it funny how the world works
That our self collides and is smashed by positive emotions
In a good way, with honesty and butterflies
And Autumn’s skilled repair of our sweet eternities
Haemi’s listening to the cosmos today, I read it on her lips
Against the bones of knowing life depends
A small drop of sweetness can build a mountain of faith
And the pen of kindness writes rainbows for the lonely
God it is lonely sometimes, Isn’t it?
Where mothers cannot pretend they don’t know how to give
And today is a collision of all that we ever wanted, without quite knowing it
We’re lit by the wonder of all it all, the universe of rushing care
Haemi’s gotten herself little by little, clustered into a new voice
Where hangs horizons of the courage of fruition, that’s a visitation
I won’t soon forget, it’s lovely how our lives overlap, isn’t it?
Where survival is not so much fun as to save, and sharing
Is the first step to authenticity, I drip without knowing how
We got ourselves into this oneness in the first place
Haemi’s been a bit like a Sufi, in a way, isn’t it?
Like little bits and pieces growing together, she would say:
Branches that fit beautiful together, isn’t it?
I’ve translated you into the fields of true colors
But it doesn’t matter how the world frames our adventure
It is still our life to enjoy, with feelings pioneering new experiences