Which came first? The falling from the skyor the longing to return to it? You lifting yourself toward me,all heated skin and beyond, that look of ravage hauntand need and the briefest sighting of you spirit bared.You told me you…
The wind called me outside, so that I could see the storm-sky it’s blowing in over the mountains all around me.
The world is full of so much beauty that asks nothing of us but our presence. I hope there is beauty in your path that brings you fully present today.
All peace to each one of you today. Dora