The Fog of Knowing

In strange, silky sine waves of moonlight and milk heaven spills its glow upon the moor. A gentle breeze is calling me so, darling, let’s be still and read the stars, and all the parts to be once more. In part, I sit beside you ever softening my breath going deeper to the source that... Continue Reading →

Be Vulnerable

The flower unwilling to open itself to the glory of the sun will never grow beyond its bud and wither away having never truly begun.

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