It could be said that I know nothing of what I speak. It could be true. But I will not be squelched by my inexperience, for suffering is suffering is suffering and I have known many hearts and I have seen many things and find, still, that I am none the wiser. Therefore, I have … Continue reading Superlative
I could sleep for days // but not at night because at night I rearrange the furniture when everyone is asleep -- with the windows open so the sound of car tires on asphalt can smother the static in my head – the static that no matter how tightly I close my ears, I can’t escape.
I walk in a form of two - as one -- Witnessing the world reflecting back - Experiencing the Source in every step. And - There will be days that you forget me. There will be days that I forget myself - And, Maybe they will be the best days of all.
Cascading Eloquence On your tongue. Syndicate. Light rays of the morn on threads of grass// First foot hits the floor. Sunday mornin' stained glass, high heels - Cathedral - Chimes the wind - Pours the tea. Droplets make the sea. Tell me,
Mortal consequence - Terrestrial - O’, higher power. What is this you’ve brought me in to?