Magic of Marriage

A     L     O     H     A  !

" Judge nothing, 
you will be happy.

 Forgive everything, 
you will be happier.

 Love everything, 

you will be happiest.” 

Sri Chinmoy

" The price

of hating other human beings

is loving oneself

less. "

Eldridge Cleaver

“ The important thing
 is not to think much 
but to love much; 
and so do that 
which best stirs 
you to love. ” 

 Teresa of Ávila

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He and I

had been together

for years.

What would

marriage 

add?

Just a piece of paper,

right?

And what about

those who cannot

be married?

Nonetheless,
it seemed 
the time.

We went to the judge

at his lunchtime.

One handful of friends

were there.

I figure we started our 

marriage

$30,000 ahead

that way.

Things sure felt

different afterward.


I felt different.


So did he.

I don't know why.

We both felt it.

The next morning

before awakening

I 'dreamed' of being

in an old fashioned room.

Women

whose faces I couldn't see

sat around the perimeter.

Light poured in through

windows,

but I could discern nothing

through them.

These women

were my ancestresses;

somehow I simply knew that;

Grandma, Auntie

 who I had known,

& further back

who I'd never 

met.

A hand,

an old woman's hand,

manicured,

gnarled, familiar-

handed me a small plate.

On that plate:

a slice of

Honey Cake.

Honey Cake!

Like grandma used to bring!

Hadn't thought of it

in years.

Hadn't SEEN it

longer.

Later that day

we were shopping

at the usual place.

And there on the shelf

a new item,

or simply never noticed before:

Honey Cake!

I remembered

the 'dream.'

I knew it was the welcome

of the women

in my line;

When I became

a married lady

somehow

I joined their 

ranks.

Honey Cake. . .

We'll sit together

 in that room,

drinking tea

and sharing

Honey Cake.

Not a bad way

to spend

some Heaven.

What will you 

do?  eat? share?

with YOUr ancestors

later?

Please share in comments.

And thanks so much for visiting!

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