Lampara All are Welcome at the Table Original DMR OriginalLampara Poem Chairs, lamps, oil, and wicks the four spoke stories of wisdoms deep call, communion a liturgy of friendship the heart longs for friendship the heart longs to be seen, known, and loved. Come away with me, my beloved, to the table. you are warmly welcome here A seat at the table, prepared just for you. These symbols were etched in a Mallorcan adventure I once had, the winds of love took me through the details of simple longing. A heart
just left this sense of joyful pride and humility
lightness of spirit
''From the very south of France your elegance
like a small oil lamp that burns”
An inspired mind comes from an inspired trail of strawberries
And Donkey Love
for from it the mouth speaks
Owning one of these vests is a gentle and joyful experience
allowed the table talk to grow into vulnerable pathways The more we spoke the giants left and the possibilities grew
it’s a simple oil lamp
it is a content melody a gift from heaven
cherry red