I seek refuge in words to escape from words the sweet irony in what gives you most joy gives you most pain what liberates you captivates you . . .
Everyone’s waiting with bated breath when the buzzing flies slows to a still when the winds stand and not a grain of sand shifts when oceans and lakes mirror the frozen skies. All waiting.. Waiting for the resounding crack of a shell breaking
Someone else will pick up the Music that never ends The baton passed on hand to hand from the relics of the past to now to the whispers of the future A building, a deepening of all that is None know the beginnings nor know the sound of the final note It goes on AContinue reading “The Baton.”
We say fear is pervasive like cancer slow and insidious but love says give me only an instant to burn through just the same like wildfire scorching through the shadow of Separation casted by fear lighting up brazier after brazier along the Great Wall ablaze in sun rising glory not for a warning but aContinue reading “the Great Wall”