IT NEVER ENDS…
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AND WHO WOULD CHOOSE TO SLEEP?
Life —fate, luck, destiny, mystery, love— continues to knock on the door of my heart. And I choose to answer.
MY ACHING HEART
I wait. She may choose to deny herself. Or, with practice, she may choose herself, blossoming.
HER DEMAND IS INFINITE & ALWAYS, TOO MUCH
Two conversations. A man swimming, believing himself to be drowning. A woman, swimming for so long, feeling herself lost without the presence of the eternal.
SHE WOULD BE 65 TODAY. INSTEAD, SILENCE
The world is a whirl of vibrations. I don't always hear the music of it.