The birds are singing outside the window as I awake many times, to dreams and callings, sweaty body and open heart.... There are no thoughts that wake with me, emptiness is my friend and my shadow, as I vibrate a happiness only the openness can attest to whose walls echo outward, love, beauty, joy....
Friday, March 14, 2014
Morning Prose
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