And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision
Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.