It did not begin as my dream,
it was yours.
The land of the dragonflies,
desire, not for me,
but for a life
of open-hearted village.
I nearly passed by,
piles of brick visible,
a trowel soon found its way
into my hands.
And so I began to build,
for you.
Love so deep and wide,
absolute and infinite,
because of your weaknesses
and not in spite of them.
Your dream became mine.
I will not stop until
your heart's wish is filled.
I will not stop until
you have
your Taj Mahal.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
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