And I am so glad you are writing, because I would never bother reading just words. The timeless, unwritten, unspoken resonances in the spaces around and under, above and below, behind, between and ahead of your words... and so in my heart-mind, are the true art. The weaving alive of all and everything and nothing is what really touches in… and I yield to the experience and its magic.
And I am so glad you are writing, because I would never bother reading just words. The timeless, unwritten, unspoken resonances in the spaces around and under, above and below, behind, between and ahead of your words... and so in my heart-mind, are the true art. The weaving alive of all and everything and nothing is what really touches in… and I yield to the experience and its magic.
And I am so glad you are writing, because I would never bother reading just words. The timeless, unwritten, unspoken resonances in the spaces around and under, above and below, behind, between and ahead of your words... and so in my heart-mind, are the true art. The weaving alive of all and everything and nothing is what really touches in… and I yield to the experience and its magic.