ROSE GARDEN
I stray into your rose garden and write perfumes you know me in your nose, your rose my words are dream of bees, thrill in… Read More »ROSE GARDEN
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EMPTYINGNESS OR THE PART OF WHOLENESS
Most of it is forever now, an emptying, recovering, trust to be…
I arrived in this ancient venture I’ve no where to go but to where I am already.
They call it crazy and they are… You don’t have other place to be
but here, to complete.