The Art of Being

All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.

Together

Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.

Heaven Must Have a Sea

I cast myself into the sea So to give into my heart's Call Cold and gasping, I cease to be Yet in that moment, have it all   If I live, ne'er forget to breathe Breathe in, this life's memorial I shan't taste another so sweet Not love's kiss, passion conflagral   I hear the... Continue Reading →

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