She wears her coat because it is hers. Because it has been woven over many years and changing seasons, threaded of hopes, sensitivities and dreams, and because she worked diligently and devotedly to keep it clean and in good repair to last through the many rough...
“Can you tell me the way then, so I can find you!” “Yes, you may try,” said he; “but there is no way thither. It lies east of the sun and west of the moon, and never would you find your way there.” “I will, because I will seek...
i have hands enoughlips enoughheart enoughto make you, make me, make us trace me along the tenderness& the patience of the devotional pathwaystake me with the kindness of rhythmthat i myself walk each day from the gift of formlessnessi infuse this heart of mine,...
sometimes i eat firesometimes i hold water stillin my palms, sometimes love isin the mess of messy magic secret threads alignthey untangle freely when i give them timesee when fire kisses the bark of woodhow wood releases itself in its essence love too is both our...
white jasmine, rum, ylang ylangsweet vanilla kisses the delicate petals of the bulgarian wild rosecandle wicks do twin and kissmoonheld, i blendnotes of perfumes under the melody of an acoustic guitar intimate, smooth and deep onyxthe sky is now above and all over...
