On Being
I’m so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constant...
I’m so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constant...
I thought of war and peace not the one of Tolstoy but self-limiting beliefs shying away from light, when already a black dot swimming in a white sea. To what le...
In abundance, it grows Deep wisdom ancient Alongside stinging nettle Gracefully, it stands I, too feign a pose Itching injury persistent. All I should do is bre...