Where there is Space . . .

Alone---in the unknown of light

Fearless in wisdom---un-crowded

Dark closed caves in mountains

Bright lit caverns in hills---

Places of inner myth and legend

And the uncomfortable holds

Of knowledge few would treasure

Where the tears of heaven flow

From the ruts in the road

And the hollows in the sea

Where there is space

There is hope of a pouring-in

Where there is space in me

There is room for grief

You have taught me what space is

And I learn of you

How to let you make it in me

Everywhere

Where there is none

I cannot be lonely

And without being lonely

I cannot fathom the gifted depths

You have given me to roam

Yet so lonely am I

One vast ocean of it in me

So much loneliness

Room in me for third-sense

And sensitivity, like nothing else

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