My eyes close. I hear them. The bees. They are doing what bees do. The sound is so clear, so concise, its hard to distinguish where it ends, and where I begin. Wait. Perhaps there is no beginning or end. No! Merely sensory input, that insists on being interpreted in such binaries. Such a tragic […]
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Fire & Ice
The seasons of life Fire and Ice The sun kissing your skin A soft touch from god The rain dripping down your face What a moment to celebrate Look up at the sky See yourself, see me Know we will always be Lessons learnt, Felt, Known deep inside Joyous moments Pure terror, blended into Love […]
The Growth Philosophy 