All that I have is able to be cradled in my two human hands. I do not have a car. I do not have walls in my house. I do not own things. I do not have a hold on one single thing. Not at all. I can not say that I have anything but the air dancing atop my two palms. I have love and I have right now. All else will bend, break, fade, melt, evaporate into the place all things inevitably float off to. I have love. I have love. I have love. The lines on my hands prove it. There is a weight to it. It is what I have.
current form
Blind and Chanting
Writing has taken a happy backseat nap in the long car ride of creation. This week and last, I've been bruises and a backache from worki...
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