Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks. The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his motherโs milk for the very first time. --from poem Blood and Blossoms
AberjhaniWriting for me is a form of spiritual discipline and creative vision, a means of being in the world and giving one's love to it without compromise or dilution.
AberjhaniLearning to cultivate an awareness of the known and unknown within one's being often leads to a healthier and more realistic sense of self.
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