It would be enough, I think my time is but a stain on the fabric greater than what I can know and yet there is a knowing that the stain I expand today will be part of how great I can see or feel or fit into something more everlasting.... This thought washes away desire of anything I can know or have or want and hermits me into my heart of giving, .....until I can just give again, from this place, unencumbered.....
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Prose kmg 2014
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