Updated: Sep 15, 2020
Gratitude, digitally inscribed; the density of early morning stillness; pages of blank stares; run-on desires; vague approximations; a second cup of coffee, with cardamom; a working lawn mower. Spinning between and unfolding through, this is how we find god, Rumi says.
There's a latch to the levee of my thoughts. I presumed I had been the dilligent custodian by keeping the key to this latch in a secure...
Our correspondence are momentary constructs in time like a lego set with an inevitable d e m i s...
When you were laying in bed waiting for me, I was too caught up in my own morass to walk towards you. The veils of ego were too heavy for...
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