The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
Other creatures fly with far less hope.
The ladder takes me up to where? A too-small portal waiting there.
what if backwards is the right direction?
we might’s well drink the brew.
what will it be when we listen?
you could wake up to way worse.
Today I wear the shoes I chose myself; Turns out that flight is only for a time.
physics’ laws apply
/ beyond the world
/ of weight and mass
clearly the work of a child, not a master painter.
Today I will let others’ words speak: From this morning’s episode of “On Being“, with Krista Tippett: The Summer Day Mary … More