Giving Up
Giving up, how is it done? Control– an illusion, anyway. Days like this when everything breaks only surrender remains. But...
Giving up, how is it done? Control– an illusion, anyway. Days like this when everything breaks only surrender remains. But...
Gaia is the soloist broadcasting song as she spins. Earthwhirl sings to us while we sleep. She conducts, as well;...
The beauty we got convinced was missing, no longer hides and cannot keep from shining. Look, the air shimmers around...
The poles we see so separate, the Right! and then, of course, the Left! Let’s find what oneness they arise...