on love and survival
You explore and transmit the attraction of emptiness so enticingly through your words and images.
There is such joy when the elusive space opens and the ‘self’ relaxes, is loosened, dissolves away, vanishes and is lost into its expansive vastness. It happens more and more these days and your words brought a wonderful experiential interlude to the day ...
“backing into the room like a lost guest, the graceful, impossibly long-desired feeling” just arose. I love that!
Many thanks Caro.
Listening with Bellay.
I particularly liked Chasm.
I heard Eliot in the word craft and Hughes somewhere out there in the rain.
Maybe take them an umbrella and my apologies.
Forming that singularity. 🖤
Ah, loving your words. They fill a space in my mind that is hungry for connection with minds that go where yours goes. Question: After eating everything and everyone including the sandwich and the devil himself, I imagine the hunger would not be sated but rather increase? If one ate the devil would one hunger for more devil?