Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth;
The love which calls shall push us there as well.
When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north
‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
I used to think
I prayed daily for the (disappointingly rare) “indoor recess” which would protect me from having to reveal any further my painfully evident dearth of kinesthetic intelligence.
We can’t get enough
In a virtual world,
The Magi showed up / And revealed / Divinity
I have nothing to write today, so I colored. Here is my contribution to the cosmos.
Unopened doors in neverending halls / I know I have the choice to alter clime
I put my finger on the “thing” / But then “thing” moved – or was it me?