The rain comes down.
The earth gets wet.

And on these days
I am
grateful and
content.

I need to reestablish the process of stopping, breathing, stilling, and centering.

How does one cross the lonely canyon?

And how nice, love embracing you…

a poem…

There are huge eternities without a body. That very rarity suggests we cherish what we have while we have it, don’t you think?

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