This is it.
I'm dreamy in the face, full of knowing.
I am at a curious peace.
I feel my heart swell. I open and expand.
I have been living in the ache and echo apart.
Old words rise to me, have been pervading me.
They are better for having known me.
I see relationships:
Thing to thing to person to person.
I synthesize.
It's a quiet process that runs like my heart.
There has been no failure.
We do our work where we are called,
then we move back out for the others.
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