The Same Heaven
If I could look into your eyes
one more time, what would I see?
The same heaven, I suppose,
I glimpsed during my first
flight with an angel.
But I walk and talk with that angel
every single day — never a memory
removed or whisper
too far away.
There are no edges to my loving now.
I’ve heard it said there’s a window that opens
From one mind to another,
But if there’s no wall, there’s no need
For fitting the window, or the latch.
–Rumi
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
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