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The energy between us confounds itself.
If this recent slurry of challenge, and suffering, rib-cracking loneliness is fruitful, planting so much knowing, wisdom for harvest, then I am in.
Posted in Adventures With Humans
Why is the sea so far away?
They both stare at the tulips. Then they don’t. God is tangled in kite string and we look away.
There is something here. I can feel it. It rules even the cosmos and is bigger than all time.
I want to be better at this. I want my relationship with time and occasion to be a reflex instead of the result of effort, and there is no reason it shouldn’t be. I have the inner loot now.
There is something about the commitment to the rake that speaks volumes.
I suppose saying, "Forget about Michelangelo," is like saying, "Don't think of a zebra."
Let’s say, you love to watch pots of water come to a boil. I will get you a chair, So you won’t have to stand for eternity,
If he became a bowl of cherries, I would be, completely, lost.