Anam Cara ~ Soul Friend ~ Poetry Collaboration By Amber and Eleanor

Extending tentacles of our presence, to chance serendipity of what may become; hands unfurled bare the gift of a fellow sister to dance this, at times, arduous earthly existence.

Approaching with the subtle grace of a flower beginning to bloom, petals slowly opening, swaying in the wind, soaking up every drop of morning dew; it is the fragility of new beginnings that reveal the beauty of our cosmic possibility.

And all at once, chemistries synergise, a connection formulates, deepening and expanding; intrigue pulls the magnetic resonance back and forth evaporating anxieties and past perceived brick walls.

Moving to a rhythm all our own, yet we hear the symbiotic beat of a drum, charging ahead – bada bum bum bum! Vulnerability or folly? I think it not the latter. On the field before us, the Lily and the Rose once resolute, are alone no longer.

Imaginary boundaries betwixt lands, intimate yet bittersweet physical distance. Offerings and sweet nectar of gifts for the soul spur the troubled mind to trudge along it’s melancholic path. Amnesia of time, the guards of the heart melt, days go by with conversations proliferating like wildfire, a soul connection amidst synchronicities.

Undoubtedly, we both can see how precious our friendship can and will be! Again and again, reaffirmed. Come now, let’s shake our trees, learn every branch, leaf, and twig. Inhibitions disappear and I am only myself with you—raw with such a fabulous view of what can be. Ah, how I relish in our sweet POSSIBILITY!