Throughout this life, how many people have we touched?

The number is innumerable.

5 fingers, emotions interlaced… a glance that sees deeper than the heart of hearing.

And is there a right? Could a choice truly be wrong?

When everything you have done, been, felt, seen – changed, has led you to

HERE?

Although i would not repeat many things i have done, i gaze into them to SEE me.

Who i am not and who i am. This is where compassion finds, holds, devours the ideas

that something should have been different. When all things together hold me now

in a space

i would not change.

In a space i actively hold and cradle

as my PRAYER,

my morning forever unfolding

as the MOON that still

takes my breathe,

as the comfort

when it takes

m.e.

Everything is aging.

what a BEAUTY-

the birds know this song…