May your sorrow give you wings of courage, dear reader.
imprints cut grass tattooed arms lone star carved in skin new bruise on my back your love brands my heart
My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.
the scent of amber rose petals sprinkled on your chest and beyond heartsong offered with daily gifts of poetry or love stirred into two cups with one spoon once you sang to me and i quivered once
Just when you think you have The Mystery figured out it will elude you. Like a beautiful woman, or a fragrant flower, The Divine will always flirt with you. Enjoy the seduction!
red lint in my hair googleplex hours of talking a bruise on my lip
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“has materiality and thus dimension” The randomly-chosen word of the day is world from Stand Still Like the Hummingbird by Henry Miller. Â I’m going to offer the entire paragraph that it came from because it’s so fantastic. Â It will serve nicely as today’s quote: Frankly, if we must play with this idea of saving the…