Oh Arms of Love
The poles we see so separate, the Right! and then, of course, the Left! Let’s find what oneness they arise...
The poles we see so separate, the Right! and then, of course, the Left! Let’s find what oneness they arise...
Each time I fumble or fall, these foothills of the Sierra Madre set me back on my feet. They cheer...
The companions walk in silence, always making love, choosing a world without limits. They keep each other from trembling before...
Our dire human diagnosis gives us all a freedom to forgive, to fly, to try- anything at all. It’s ending,...